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Pieces of A Broken Mirror
Life is never quite as you perceive it. Nor the people in it.
[3]
I hated it when people stared. Even when it was you.
Especially when it was you.
I wanted to knock some sense into you, jerk your wandering thoughts back to the present. Didn't you realize everyone was watching? You really couldn't afford to do anything stupid. So why was your gaze fixed upon her as if she was some magnet and you were some metal?
Even from my seat back here, I could see Snape scowling at you. He was biased towards the Slytherins, true, but aside from that, he didn't like the way you were acting. He noticed it too, you know.
Your staring at Parvati.
Sometimes I wished I were better at reading people's emotions. People always said, "You can tell she's unhappy inside…you can see it in her eyes." Well, maybe they could. I couldn't. Certainly, if I saw someone's face livid with anger or streaked with tears, I'd know what they were feeling. But the subtle sentiments people hid under their exterior were never emotions I could decipher.
You, for instance. I wished I could read what it was in your eyes. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out if you were staring at her with hatred, lust, or jealousy. I eliminated the last fairly quickly. You weren't the type to be jealous. It wasn't in your nature.
But I wondered. Wondered what she could've done to make you watch her so frequently, disregarding your surroundings as your gaze pierced her, drawing curious glances from both Slytherin and Gryffindor. I didn't understand why you were looking at her…or how you were looking at her, and that bothered me most of all. I hated the way she could make you ignore what was happening around you, focusing only on your hidden emotions.
The way she sat, primly, her long hair loose over her shoulders, her hands in front of her, irked me. She gave every appearance of giving 100% attention to what was happening, but I knew better. Her robes may have been draped artfully around her legs, her posture perfect, but it merely hid the way she would leap in every direction at the slightest incentive, twisting in ways that captured the fascinated gazes of those watching, grinning in triumph all the while.
She really was quite the showoff. I'd never liked that in a Keeper.
I still found it amazing that she had made it onto the Gryffindor Quidditch team at all. Beneath her giggles and gossipy whispers, she must've been hiding some talent. Or some intelligence that advised her to play up her agility. Or maybe she was just sleeping with the captain.
I hated the way you looked at her. Especially when your eyes should've been on me instead. Me, sitting down here in the stands, watching you perched on your sleek broom, your eyes narrowed against the sun as you ignored the Gryffindor-Slytherin match going on around you to stare at her.
Why didn't you look at me, Draco?
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A/N: There's the third. The next story will be the last. I'll have to reveal both the narrator of *this* chapter and the narrator of the coming story in chapter four. If it still confuses you, I'm sorry. I'll explain everything at the end. ^_^ Now go review!