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She couldn't look at him. She was never able to look at him. She would glance at him, perhaps sneak a peak of him out of the corner of her eye, but she would never completely look at him.
And it hurt.
So often would his eyes catch hers and she would look away immediately, seemingly angry with herself that the brief joining had occurred. If she had even bothered to look back up after any such instance, she would have noticed the look of pain in his eyes.
She didn't know how badly he wished to see her eyes, how he needed her to look at him. To really look at him.
Her eyes never far from his thoughts, he found himself not really paying attention during his nightly rounds. Turning a corner, he felt something slam into him and heard a slight squeak. Looking down, he caught the beautiful brown eyes. Robes donned over pajamas, the Head Girl badge pinned above the Gryffindor emblem. He deduced she was on her rounds as well.
He outstretched his hand, motioning for her to take it. It was his fault for not paying attention, the least he could do was help her up. And maybe he didn't want to pass up the rare chance for physical contact. She grasped his hand carefully at first but quickly tightened her grip as he pulled her up.
She released his hand, her eyes flying to his for a moment, uttering a quiet "Thank you." before looking down to observe her shoes.
He took her hand back in his and laced his fingers through hers, her eyes darting straight up to him in surprise. He moved a few steps closer to her, leaving only a few inches to separate them. She looked down again. His hand came up to her face, gently lifting her chin so she'd finally look at him.
"Don't drop your eyes."
It wasn't said forcefully. It wasn't voiced as a command. It was spoken as a request, a plea almost, the words softly passing through his lips with the utmost sincerity. He released her and stepped back, wanting to know what she would do. He had given her the chance to look away, to completely ignore him and continue as if nothing had happened. But she didn't. She didn't look away, but stepped slightly closer. Her eyes remained locked with his for what could have been seconds or months. It didn't matter to him. She was looking at him.
Really looking.
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A/N: I've gotten a few interesting guesses as to the song that inspired me to write Blinded, but no one guessed correctly. The song was "Blinded" by Third Eye Blind. Inspiration taken mostly from the very beginning of the song. Love it, hate it, wanna see something different, let me know.