Silver Eyes

By: FreakyHotGeek

Note: I know, I know, it's been too long , and I really am sorry! I'm trying to get these to you, but with school almost starting up, I'm really busy trying to get out and enjoy the rest of my summer, not to mention shopping for school things! Hope you enjoy this chapter, nonetheless.

Disclaimer: So, I was playing Kingdom Hearts the other day (which I also don't own) and I was like, fighting Leon in the Pegasas cup… oh yeah, that's right… don't own Harry Potter!

Chapter 11

Reading Palms

The moment I wake up the next morning, I know things are not going to go back to the way they'd been the first few days I'd spent with Blaise. Now, looking back, I am sure I had just imagined that it had felt so much like nothing. Because now, it feels like everything. And in a way, it was everything. I didn't have a life besides school before I met him.

I try to breathe easy, but it is somehow harder to suck in air now than it ever had been before. Because I was different, the very air around me was different, too. I'm not so sure I like the feeling.

I wonder what I am supposed to do now that my mind has been taken over by some strange new feeling. Do I carry on the way I always have, and pretend nothing has changed? How do I talk to Blaise now? The same way, or another?

I've never been through this before, and I have no one to turn to.

Trelawney's lesson that day was the only thing that I could really focus on. Her class, and her tutoring afterwards.

"You're not focusing hard enough," Blaise says as I stare at his palm, my cheeks flushed. For unexplainable reasons, we are doing palm readings in class today. I don't pretend to understand Professor Trelawney.

"It's difficult," I mutter. She'd told us that, if we were having trouble seeing the lines, we should trace them with our fingers, and our inner eyes were just supposed to pick up on what it all meant.

"Maybe you should take her advice," Blaise says, grinning in what I'm sure is a flirtatious way.

"Maybe," I answer, squinting. "No," I say. "I've got it now."

I make something up, I can't even remember what now, based on the few lines I can make out, and the scanty knowledge I have about reading palms. And then I realize I probably should have held on to his hand a little longer. Because now… it's his turn to read mine.

"Give he your hand, then," Blaise says, slipping his hand under mine. He looks at it for a good five seconds before he says. "I'm hopeless at this, I can't see a thing."

I smile. "Can't tell the life line from the head line, can you?" I ask, trying to keep the blush out of my face, to no avail. I wonder if I'm coming down with something.

"Not exactly," Blaise answers.

A tingle runs all the way up my arm when he gently traces one of the lines on my palm with his index finger. I stifle a giggle, because it's a bit of a ticklish feeling.

"Ah-ha!" he says. "Here's what I know… I have no idea."

But he's still holding my hand.

"Well… er…" I say. "Can't you tell anything?"

"Your lines all sort of… intersect in a million places, see here?" he points at a few spots where all the lines tangle together. "I've never heard of anything like that, and it's not in the book."

His eyes are level with mine, and I feel like he's peering into my soul, not the other way around. Not that I would ever try that with him. The very idea of it scares me entirely too much, because I'm afraid of what I might see, and how little it would have to do with me.

"Umm… weird," I say. "Let me see." And I yank my hand back. After the moment of relief washes away, I'm left feeling very sad that I did.

"What, think I'm gonna bite?" Blaise says, clearly noticing the ferocity with which I pulled my hand back.

I laugh genuinely, glad he can make a joke of it. "Maybe," I say cryptically.

The bell sounds to end class, and everyone walks out, Blaise calling a quick good bye before disappearing through the trap door with the rest. As Divination was my last class of the day, I'm staying directly after for my lessons with Trelawney.

She turns to me and says, "Your mind is clouded. You will only lead yourself to ruin if you do not learn to keep your emotions and your powers separate."

"I…"

"You are only lucky that it is Mr. Zabini you've fallen for, and not some average wizard boy."

"I… but how did you… I'm not…"

"I have spent all my life studying people and their emotions. And besides, it was all over your face. In the form of a red, creeping blush. Perhaps I should get you a new partner for class activities…"

"Please don't," I say meekly. The idea of having to be so close to someone else pains me, and not just because I would miss him. But also because I would have to watch myself very carefully. "It's just… I don't have to… guard my powers as much around him."

"That is because Blaise is different from most," she told me. "I am not going to explain it all to you, because that is private. I do not tell him of your gifts, and I will not tell you of his."

I sigh, feeling disappointed.

"Now, we aren't getting anywhere until you've meditated and cleared your head," she says sternly.

I lower myself to the ground, and as I delve into my inner self to find peace, I wonder, What is happening to me?

I barely recognize myself any more. And I'm not sure how I feel about that.

We never did get anywhere, really. Once I'd realized how much I'd changed, how much my life, and my outlook on it had changed, in such a short time, I couldn't stop thinking, wondering what was going on. Part of it had to be learning about my powers, but another part of it, I was sure, was Blaise, and whatever my feelings towards him were.

I had a sinking suspicion I knew exactly what they were. But I didn't want to face that. I had never learned a thing about that particular emotion.

End note: Thanks SO MUCH to those of you who are sticking with me! Hope you like this chapter… it's a bit longer than the last one, at least.