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A/N: I realize this plot may be a little clichèd.. but oh well! :D Hope you guys enjoy.. and please R/R!!
CHAPTER 1 - STARING CONTEST
Once again, our eyes were locked together in an intense staring contest. I could not comprehend the look he was giving me. We had been doing this for the past two weeks. It first started when we collided in the dungeons...
The idiot wasn't looking and he bumped into me, causing me to fall onto the hard, cold stone. My books flew into the air and thudded loudly onto the floor. "Watch where you're going, Weaslette," he sneered. Then he smirked, giving me a sarcastic wink.
"Bastard," I muttered under my breath.
"What's that you said, Weaslette?" he asked, still with that superlicious smirk on his pale face.
"Sod off Malfoy, you're being a pain in the arse," I rolled my eyes and began picking up my scattered items. When I got back up, Malfoy was still standing there, his arms crossed over and looking haughty.
"Who are you to tell me what to do?" he snapped, glaring at me.
I rolled my eyes again at his immaturity. Idiot. Bastard. What an earhole.
"Malfoy, whatever. I'm late to class. Should I say it more clearly? Perhaps you did not understand me earlier; Sod. Off." I changed my demeanor and playfully poked his shoulder, batting my eyelashes and giving him a flirty look. "Ta-ta, Malfoy dear." It was worth touching that filthy earhole when I saw the look on his face. Throughout the whole Potions lesson, I burst out laughing, resulting me with a very pissed off Snape and three hours of detention. Damn Malfoy. It was all his fault. And his name caused me to double over with laughter again.
And that was how our little staring contest started. Everyday at dinner, someone would start it and it would end when one of us gave up. It was usually him. It was becoming part of a daily routine now: Come to dinner, sit, take a few bites, glare.
People say that the eyes are the windows into a person's soul. Apparently, Draco Malfoy has no soul. He would scowl whenever he stared at me, but his eyes lacked emotion. No hate, no loathing, nothing. But, I had to admit, he was handsome. Kill me, blow me up into smitherins, but he was. His nose was straight, and his lips were a pale coral. His face was not as pointed as it used to be in his younger days. There was no denying it; the Slytherin-bastard was goddamn hot. But, his eyes were what intrigued me the most. Those soul-less eyes that scared and captivated me at the same time. So intensely gray and silver, like a storm. Well, on to reality. There we were, staring at each other again. Well, glaring more like. His eyes, were as always, pools of silver nothingness. And then, I saw it. So, he did have feelings after all, that bastard.