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++Chapter Three: The Look in his Eyes++
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Dumbledore clapped his hands as the four house tables were filled with hundreds of dishes. The first day of school always proved to have the best food as house elves were eager to set a good impression. The noisy chatter grew to a climax as the sounds of utensils hitting plates could be heard.
Ron face shone with glee as a huge pot of marinated chicken drumsticks appeared right in front of him. He picked up three with one hand and reached for two buns with the other and placed it down on his plate.
Hermione sat silently watching him, as she herself scooped up some Caesar salad (a/n: they do have Caesar salad right?) and some potato mash. She picked up her fork and attempted to eat her food while staring numbly at him.
"Hermione? Eat some chicken," he said through mouthfuls, "It's really good."
Hermione smiled, "It's okay."
She felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned whizzed around, the hand belonged to Harry who was looking at her intently.
"You okay Herm?" he asked, "you seem so different today."
She didn't know how to feel, someone cared about her! If only Ron had asked her! That would have made all the difference, but nonetheless Harry is her best friend, she hugged him and said, "Don't worry 'bout me, I'm fine, just a bit tired. Don't really want detention on first day back eh?"
"Yeah..*swallow*, that is strange," Ron muttered, he had now advanced onto the potato wedges, "she's a strange teacher eh? Kinda reminds me of someone…"
Harry nodded.
Suddenly Ron looked up as Lavender walked past, she was with her Parvati and they were laughing or more like giggling at some "joke" Lavender pulled. Hermione was disgusted; here they were, walking past, in their school skirts turned up at the hem and 3 buttons undone on their school shirts. Why did Ron like her? Couldn't he see the real person right in front of him?
But the look in his eyes was enough to say, no, he didn't.
She didn't get, there she was, she did something with her life other than put on make up and mascara in class, she has potential in life, she wasn't that bad looking, she knows what she wants, yet no guys go for her except desperate 5 years (a/n: she is in 6th grade).
There was a pitting feeling in her stomach, she felt like she was going to belch, but she knew she wasn't. She stood up suddenly and turned to Harry, avoiding all eye contact with Ron.
"I don't feel so good…" she then hurried on, tears welling up in her face.
How was the one she loved able to hurt her so much by just the look in his eyes?
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The clock ticked a mournful tone as it reached 8o'clock. The gonging sounded eight hollow times.
Tamarah shivered as the cold early-autumn wind blew in through the window and made her neatly stacked paper piles on her desk scramble. She hastily stood up and ran to the window, closing it with a loud click.
Silence.
She didn't like silence, she was always the loud, happy kind of girl, and people always disproved her for it, complaining about her to her parents, whispering behind her back. Until everyone had turned against her. Of course she was born into a wealthy family, and the word 'lady' meant quiet and obedient. But she hated that.
As she leant against the window her hand resting on a cabinet she fingered a dirty old picture, sitting in a black case, she picked it up and stared at it.
There was four of them, two of them smiling, the other two not. There were two girls early in their 16's and two guys who looked the same. The two people in the middle were laughing and waving, there was this look in their eyes as they looked at each other, one that Tamarah couldn't quite put in place, it was like the look that you see only on someone when they really love you and admit it, it was the look you know you couldn't dismiss and can't come between.
Tamarah slammed the picture down on the cabinet, so that the glass of the frame shattered and hurried back to her desk.
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Hermione stood quietly outside Professor McMahn's staff room. She heard something heavy slam and break and delicate footsteps, Hermione breathed and knocked on the door of the wooden mahogany door, after a few seconds, a slender model like face with long black/purple hair appeared. She smiled vixenly and directed Hermione in.
Hermione gasped, Dumbledore had obviously cleared a new room for her when she came, everything seemed so new and the only word she could use to describe it was "mystical". Professor McMahn had obviously put a lot of effort into decorating her room, the top of the room to the floor were draped with tapestries of the silkiest blue she had ever seen. Seeing them just wanted you to touch them.
Her furniture was elaborate and arranged in such an order seeing them made you dizzy, neat bookshelves stacked with books rimmed in gold lined the walls and one corner had a cabinet with all these strange gadgets was the only word you could use to describe them. They spun and shook and hopped.
But the thing that stood out the most was a tiny fountain of a silver dragon on her desk, it shone with all the colours of the rainbow and the tail and whiskers moved, it was so real, as it sputtered water onto the marble basin it was housed in.
The only distraction in the room was a simple black photo frame which had been slammed down on a cabinet next to the window, the moonlight shone onto its upturned surface and through the cracks of glass Hermione could make out a dim outline of four people.
WHAM!
Professor McMahn slammed the picture down and smiled towards her. "Where is Mr. Malfoy tonight?"
"I- Err- don't know," Hermione said, realising she clearly saw something she shouldn't have.
As if right on cue, there came a light knock on the door, Professor McMahn opened the door as Hermione walked over to the window. She stared out over the school grounds, she was pleasantly surprised, Professor McMahn had obviously been really lucky. She had a perfect full view of the lake and the moon which reflected on it was beautiful.
"My my Mr. Malfoy, the busy man I see?" Professor McMahn smiled at him, "10 minutes late already."
He stared at her with the biggest look of disgust Hermione had ever seen. Even with more disgust than he ever gave Rom, Harry or her. The look in his eyes was pure hatred.
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Alphabetizing year 2 Defence Against The Dark Arts practice tests were no fun at all. The piles were let's just say HUGE and there must have been at least 120 papers. Draco muttered while sorting through them, sitting on a velvet couch while Hermione knelt on the floor trying to find where "Tresbay" fitted in.
Professor McMahn had put an anti-magic spell on them, and she said if any of them tried anything "fishy" they would get to handwrite out copies of them. What can we say? She is evil. (a/n: Excuse that line, just had 2 say it n__n )
She left shortly, of course they didn't realize, she was as quiet as a mouse, closing the door behind her with a soft click. When Hermione finally realized she was gone (after a good 20 minutes or so) she stopped with the alphabetizing and yawned.
Draco stared at her, "Keep on working, I don't want to be left with more than I need to do."
Hermione motioned towards the door, "The evil witch is gone."
Draco didn't respond but she was sure she saw the smallest flicker of a smile.
He's changed, she thought to herself, this isn't the Draco that she knew.
She got up and sat down on an armchair facing Draco and looked around the room, which she obviously couldn't get enough off. Draco stopped once more and stared at her, but surprisingly didn't do anything. As he stacked a pile of A-C's something next to the window caught his eye.
He stood up briskly and walked over to the broken picture frame, there was glass everywhere, it was a mess.
"Repairo."
The glass flew back to the frame, making it as flawless as ever and he picked up the picture in his hands.
It was turning brown at the edges with age and he could see it had obviously been looked at a lot of times before taking residence in the frame, there was white fold lines over the people's faces.
There was a girl and a guy standing in the middle, the girl had her arm around his arm and was resting her head on his shoulder, she was very beautiful with light curly blonde hair which naturally falling to her sides and icy cold blue eyes, the same as his own, as she waved out the frame towards him. There was something in her face that he couldn't put to place, he's seen it before. The guy was of strong build, and he was smiling and waving too. He had short messy beach blonde hair and light hazel eyes. There was this look in the lover's eyes that Draco couldn't put to place. Put the scariest thing of all the guy looked exactly like Draco.
There was a girl on the side of the guy, she had long glowing purple hair, the type of look which earned you instant popularity, she was frowning and looking at the couple. Her face was so familiar, Draco was sure he had seen it before.
On the side of the girl was another guy, who just stared at her the same way a jealous friend does. He wanted her, Draco could tell. But nothing could intercept the true meaning of love. The guy looked like the other guy, except he didn't. His hair was shoulder length and slick and he had light blue eyes too, but much more lighter than the girl it looked like ice.
On the bottom was text written in fast scribbling writing.
It was stained with mysterious black dots across three of the names so he could only barely make out one.
Tamarah.
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A/N: Phew. Took me a while to write coz I've been busy with my school work *gag*, I'm starting to like writing this story ^^ I think it's my best yet. For those smart people out there I guess you can work who the other three people in the picture were .
And one more note, the romance will come as soon as something horrible and bloody comes. ^^ (the next chapter possibly) so stay tuned!!!
Cya and dream about Draco tons!!
By the way sorry for this short chapter!!!