Have you ever had that feeling that someone is watching you? That their sole attention is focused on you, but you don't know who they are? I've got that right now.
It was lunchtime, transfiguration had finished twenty minutes ago. On either side of me, Harry and Ron were shovelling food into their mouths; their greedy arms endlessly forking food to the holes in their face. I strongly believe that one day they will swallow the fork, or start eating their arm before they even notice. Every meal; their focus is entirely on the food, on nothing else.
As per usual; I sat opposite Neville and facing the Slytherin table. I used to sit on the other side, but Neville pleaded to switch sides with us. One day it was so bad that Neville ran out of the great hall terrified as one of the Slytherin's were pretending to be under the crucio curse. Well, I couldn't really say no to him after that, so that's why I'm sitting here facing him.
He sat there as if he was high and mighty, framed by his goony followers; Crabbe and Goyle. They were easily the thickest two people in the history of Hogwarts; unable to mutter words of recognisable English, yet they managed to hang with the Mal-ferret. In every way he contrasted to them; he was thin and pointy, they were round and pudgy; he is, dare I say intelligent, and they are the stupidest pair ever. I never realised before how similar Malfoy is to me.
Did I seriously just think that? That the ferret is like me? I most certainly think not! We are nothing alike! He is a conniving arsehole; he's up himself; he thinks of himself before others; he believes in everything that I don't! His parents are death eaters, mine are muggles; he is a Slytherin, I am a Gryffindor. The only thing we have in common is our hatred for one-another.
I didn't even realise that I was staring right at him, till his eyes met mine. Still they were an intriguing colour, I could tell that from over here. Their blue-grey colour reminded me of a stormy sea; the restlessness and unpredictability of the unknown. Raising a refined blonde eyebrow at me, he acknowledged my gaze and lifted his lips in a smirk that only he could pull off.
Narrowing my eyes briefly before I looked away; I saw glee in his eyes. I don't know what he had to be happy about; I most certainly was not happy about his strange little obsession with me. There was no need for me to be love-sick over a bloody Malfoy, to be thinking about his eyes, to be confused by his actions. It is all just too confusing; why Malfoy would seek me out from the population of Hogwarts; I know that any given girl with me as the exception, would happily root him. Maybe the 'Slytherin Sex God' little ferret isn't getting too much after all.
Despite this; his eyes seemed etched in my mind. Their wisdom befuddled me; their beauty seemed wasted on such a cold personality; Malfoy did not deserve such eyes. How did Malfoy earn wisdom when he just orders others to do his bidding? He is just so different to Harry, who has experienced so much more; been abused and mistreated; yet does not show such knowledge in his eyes as Malfoy. It does not seem fair when Harry has had so much more experience; yet so little to show for it.
Looking back down at what I was meant to be eating; I noticed that once again I hadn't actually eaten much at all. Harry and Ron were on what looked to be their third or fourth helpings and I had as usual not eaten much at all. I really didn't want to sit here while they stuffed their faces any more; feeling the urge to look at him, or feeling him looking at me.
Grabbing my books and bag; I left the great hall, my best friends and those eyes for the library. This is my sanctuary when I can no longer take the pressure of the world. Here I can submerge myself into the pages of an old book and stay there unbothered. No one ever comes looking for me; no one really cares where Hermione is when she leaves; she is after all just there to do everyone's homework. I know my friends use me; but I suppose there's not a great deal that I can do about that, I need friends.
Sinking into my favourite chair near the fire I reached for 'Hogwarts: A History', the book that I can read hundreds of times but never get tired of. Opening its pages; I let myself fall in, allowing myself to leave this world for another. I sat like this for about twenty minutes; submerged in the pages of my favourite book until I noticed that feeling of someone watching me.
I knew who it was; I could tell their gaze from others now. I still wished they would stop though; to find someone else to stalk. Looking up; I saw none other than Draco Malfoy watching me from across the library smirking as he leant casually on a bookcase. Great, now he wants to talk.
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