Passionate Controversy

Chapter 1

I slightly tilted my head up and gazed straight into his eyes trying not to show emotion, especially if that one particular emotion I felt was a form of passion. His eyes just fit into the dark green category, my favorite color. It seemed as if he was pulling me into a trance that I couldn't escape. His smile widened as I stared back into his eyes, he must've been stuck just as I was. I could almost sense his emotions, his thoughts. The way his hair was just a little messy and was a lovely reddish color made me quiver inside as if he had just entered my body. There was a sudden interruption, someone decided that it was time to cough and stop our moment or peace.
"As I was saying before Ron here wouldn't stop talking about Quidditch, this is Cassara Dylan, whom I just met in the Leaky Cauldron, she's in your year George, do you know her?" Ginny asked excitedly.
"I believe I've seen her around." He says smoothly after he turned his head towards his little sister and away from me, "What house are you in?"
"Ravenclaw," I hesitate to answer because his keen sense of maturity makes me a bit nervous, he wasn't like other guys I've been around before. George was one of the easy listening types who ACTUALLY listens.
My jaw tightened even more than what it just was as he looks back at me. I can feel my heart pounding against the inside of my chest. The beating gets louder and I wonder if they can hear it just as I can. His eyes are once again focused on mine but I am too quick and look towards Ginny before I lose track of reality again.
Why is it that he can do this to me when I had never felt anything faintly as close as this towards a guy. The only thing that I could tell was that George was no ordinary guy at Hogwarts, he was one who is determined to get what he wants even if it does risk receiving a detention. I envied him for this because after I had gotten one detention I never tried anything wrong again. Seeing Filch in the hallways was torture enough but to serve detention in the Trophy room cleaning in front of him was bloody insane. But now I felt that my obligation was to do what ever possible to see George at every point of the day. He was now like an addictive drug that I craved just after one glance through his eyes. Right now I was having an over dosage because I began to get weary so I decided to go to Flourish and Blotts to get the rest of my items for Hogwarts this year.
"I must be going to get the rest of my supplies. I was-" but he cut me off.
"Where is it that you have yet to go?" He asked stepping in front of me, blocking my only way to the book store.
"Oh just picking up my books from Flourish and Blotts, that's all." I smiled politely.
"Well I wouldn't mind accompanying you if you don't care yourself." He waited for a reply but I was practically speechless, "But if you don't want me to then-"
"No! I'd really enjoy that, thank you George."
He stepped sideways then turned so he was at my side and we walked the short distance to the store. I could feel his eyes lingering on my face as they gave a gentle burning sensation like I could actually feel his touch. When I turned to look back I realized that his hand was actually touching my cheek and it was just as I imagined. After noticing that I had stopped walking and was looking at him, he threw his hand back to his side quickly.
"Sorry," he muttered, "I just wanted to see if your skin was as soft as it looks."
I blush at his words the silently let out, "Don't be." and I myself place my hand to his face and carefully move it across his cheek.
Again I am lost in his eyes but I can sense more than the last time we locked eyes. I could feel his hand clasp mine that was on his face and he held it there not intending on moving it at all. Now there was an immense burning in my face for I knew I was blushing so I looked to the ground and withdrew my hand cause him to blush slightly himself.
"I'm sorry, it's just your eyes are just so miraculous I can't help but stare." He admits.
"I'm flattered and it's really no problem, I'm not usually commented on my eyes." I confess.
"It's not that you aren't beautiful yourself, it's just that your eyes make you even more elegant."
"Please, your embarrassing me." I tease, "you're not to bad looking yourself."
Whoa, I cannot even bring myself to ponder about where that came from, probably my heart, something I don't use very often. I walked into the store before him and went to gather my books. I got a book of one of the shelves and I saw him again through the stacks of books, looking very intrigued by the book in his hands. He must sense my presents because he turns his head at me and smiles and I can't help but to smile back. George has a power that mesmerizes me for who knows how long but I love every second of it. I wonder if he feels just as I do in this situation. I look back down to my book and see that it is entitled, Hairy Animals and what to do with Them, so I quickly place it on the shelf and scavenge to find the rest of my required reading before I am to meet my mum back in the Leaky Cauldron. I purchase my stuff and head out of the door but I feel something watching me so I stop in mid step. He's there again but staring in a place I rather not know.
"You have a habit of staring you know." I said as I turned around to him.
"How'd you guess that it was me?" He chuckled meekly.
"Who else has been spying on me since I met him?"
"I guess it's given, huh?"
"Yeah. I need to get to the Leaky Cauldron to meet my Mum. I'll see you around Hogwarts."
"Is that a promise?"
I took his hand and spread it out so his palm was touching mine in-between us. Then with my other hand I grabbed hold of his wrist and brought down my other hand. I placed his finger tips to my lips and kissed them lightly and whispered, "I promise."
"Until then or perhaps sooner can I owl you."
"You better."
He only smiled at the fact that I was 'allowing' him to owl me.
"Nice meeting you, George Weasley."