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Harry stared at the black board at the front of the classroom, reading the notes there as Mrs. McGonagall continued talking about the dangers of trying to do a transformation on a human.
The words seem to escape him, turning into strange terms with no meaning, maybe not even from the same language. He just couldn't concentrate on what was going on at the front of the room. All of his power was focused on his back trying to pick the feeling of someone staring at him only using his senses. His neck prickled and his ears were the color of a tomato and just as shiny. The curiosity of what was going on behind him turned into a small niggling at the back of his mind, driving him crazy.
"Ron," Harry muttered, getting his tablemates attention. "Is he still looking at me?"
A look of exasperation and pity pushed its way onto Ron's face. The ginger turned his head ever so slightly so that he could look at the Slytherin boy in question. The platinum blonds eyes were locked onto the scarred brunette sitting 4 seats ahead of him. He turned his head when he saw the red head looking, and stared the other boy down.
Ron swiveled back around and muttered back, "No, for the next 5 seconds he will be glaring at me."
Harry tried to smile at the joke, trying to release some of the tension, but it was hopeless. This was the third day this had gone on. The third day that Draco had stalked him through his classes. Whenever, Harry turned to look, or asked his friends to look (which he was starting to do more and more often) Draco was watching him without any expression. The first day had been an annoyance, but now it had crossed into terrifying. Harry felt hunted by the Slytherin. And to make matters worse, he couldn't even complain to a teacher. What was he going to say, 'make Draco Malfoy stop staring at me, it's scary'?
"Why is he doing this?" Harry questioned for the 5th time that day. "It's juvenile."
"Well, as Hermoine would say, if he's trying to scare you… it's working…" Ron replied, keeping his eyes on Mrs. McGonagall.
Harry scratched down another word, before replying, "What the hell am I supposed to do?"
Ron sighed, "Hermoine is better at that stuff, why don't you ask her?"
"I did."
Ron broke his focus from the front of the room to face his troubled friend. "And what did she say?"
It was Harry's turn to sigh. "She told me to go tell a teacher, or confront Malfoy and tell him to stop."
"Bloody hell," Ron grumbled. " Well I guess that's a girl for you."
Harry smirked at that one. " Yeah what does she expect Malfoy to do if I confront him, apologize-"
"Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley!"
The two boys froze in the middle of their conversation, turning to look at Mrs. McGonagall who was now approaching their desk.
"Do you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?" She asked her ice glare on full freeze and her eyebrow quirking at the two teens. Harry and Ron quickly shook their heads, hoping that this wouldn't earn them a detention. "Well then, why were you talking in my class?"
"Ron was just helping me with my notes," Harry tried to cover, but it was too late.
"Mr. Weasley, move and sit next to Mr. Trubert." Ron rushed to follow Mrs. McGonagall's orders, grabbing his stuff and moving next to the Hufflepuff. "And Mr. Potter, please do not disrupt my class again."
She moved back to the front of the class seamlessly starting the lecture again. Harry glanced at Ron apologetically, in which Ron shook his head at the unhappy look and with a wave of his hand smiled the apology away.
Harry returned to staring at the front of the room. Again writing down the notes on the board, and trying in vain to listen to Mrs. McGonagall's lecture.
After a half an hour of listening and writing, Harry placed his quill down to stretch out his aching hand. The quill proceeded to roll off the edge of the table, landing silently on the floor. Harry bent from his chair to retrieve the quill. As he moved to sit up normally he glanced over his shoulder to look at the clock. That was when he remembered his unwanted observer. He twisted back to stare at the front of the room again, feeling his face heat up, and his back start to hunch.
'I need a way to make Draco stop staring at me!' Harry griped to himself.
The week went on like this, with an ever-watchful Malfoy. However, Harry was now starting to get used to the persistent watching. He just knew that whenever he turned in Malfoy's direction, Draco would be looking right back. Harry decided that the best way to avoid this was to not turn in the blonde's direction at all. It worked well, and Harry got a 6th sense as to where the blond would be during different parts of the day.
But there was always that slight pressure to not mess up at all. So whenever a teacher criticized Harry during the week, his reactions were increased ten fold from what they used to be. He would blush harder and stutter more. This was what was starting to annoy Harry the most about the constant staring.
'Why can't I stay calm around him?' Harry thought to himself, staring into the mirror of the vacant bathroom. He had left Ron and Hermoine to go to the Great Hall by themselves as he tried to keep his ever breaking cool.
'He's just some guy who unknowingly told me he has a crush on me, it's not a big deal!' Harry's face burned at the thought. 'Ok maybe it's not that simple.' He started to think about all of his feelings, trying to categorize them out so that he would understand how to deal with the situation better. 'Well, I am feeling embarrassed about messing up all the time, and I am feeling self-conscious because he continues to watch me. But how do I feel about him actually liking me…'
Harry turned on the sink facet and wiped his face off, trying to get rid of the excess heat there. 'Well obviously I don't like it.' Harry concluded decisively. 'It's not like I am gay.'
There was a click from his right, telling Harry that he was no longer alone in the bathroom. Harry looked down at the white sink, trying not to make eye contact with whoever just walked in. It was always awkward in these situations. What should he do, actually say "hi" to the person. But what if they wanted to continue a conversation with him? Would he then have to wait for them to finish talking before he left for the Great Hall? And worse of all what if he didn't want to talk to them?
Whoever entered the bathroom paused on their way in. seeming to size Harry up before they continued their path towards the sinks.
"Well, if it isn't the Amazing Potter," Draco murmured moving behind Harry.
The Gryffindor teen stiffened when he realized who it was who entered the room. 'Of course it had to be the one person I don't want to see right now! How else can life be unfair.' Harry thought sarcastically to himself.
"Where did your tag-along go, Potter? Did you finally get rid of him?" He was obviously talking about Ron.
"Unlike you, Malfoy, I keep my friends, and not just for convenience," Harry hissed back, forgetting the awkwardness of the situation. Harry turned to leave.
"Draco," the Slytherin yelled after the brunette.
Harry stopped and turned around in confusion. "What?" Grey clashed with green as Harry met Draco's eyes for the first time in days.
"My name, it's not Malfoy it's Draco." His voice seemed to challenge Harry to say differently.
Harry narrowed his eyes rising to the vocal challenge. "Well, my name's Harry." The brunette raised an eyebrow, challenging back. To Harry's surprise Draco smirked, multiple emotions flicking their way through his grey eyes.
"Fine…Harry," Draco purred.
A shiver crept down Harry's back at the sound of his name from his rival's lips. "Whatever… Draco." It was really weird; no matter how much he tried he couldn't put the amount of disgust in the name Draco as he could of in the name Malfoy. Harry shook his head at the weird thought as he left the bathroom, heading his way to the Great Hall.
Lol, what a fun chapter to write…
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