By the way, in case you were wondering, I really don't own any of the characters, I'm not that lucky.
It is getting rather hard to concentrate on what the people around me were saying. My eyes seem so unfocused but I'm sure the others think I am watching something intently. Its merely a look of concentration combined with that sternness I always use to cover up what I'm doing wrong.
And I'm pretty sure this is wrong.
I can hear her though, just carrying on her conversation as normal and glancing over occasionally with that smirk. I don't know how she can stay so calm considering the situation we're in, considering what she's doing at this moment.
She smirks at me again and I know I have to just wait this out because she knows I want to win. Or rather, she thinks I do. Personally, I wouldn't mind if she carried on; I might like it actually. Still, I can't get over how calm she is; even for one of our little 'games' this is maybe going a bit too far but hey, I'm not complaining. Maybe I should be.
I shoot her a warning stare, just briefly allowing my gaze to linger on her beautiful face, her fiery hair, her neck gently curving as it meets her shoulder…
I quickly look away, not allowing myself to go any further than that, certainly not in the predicament I find myself in now because I feel her foot sliding ever so slightly further up my leg; slowly, gently, teasing me. She's trying to get back at me for that little glare, I'm sure of it
I try to concentrate on my food so that I don't think about what's going on under the table. I make a feeble attempt to rejoin the conversation but I find the topic has turned to quidditch and Ron is off on one off his rants again. Now I realise why no one asked why I was so spaced out, I would have been anyway. And of course, that was a mistake because now she looking at me and I know she wont let it go, she thinks I'm backing out and now she's gonna try to push me over the edge.
I look up at her in attempt to warn her off but she just thinks I'm scared so I look away. She thinks I'm either innocent or a prude or even a mixture of the two. I can see on her face that she's sure I'm really freaking out about this and I suppose I am a little but probably not for the reasons she's thinking. She thinks I've had a problem with her ever since she told me she was bisexual but its not that at all. I guess I'm just quieter and less confident than she is because I haven't told anyone that I'm gay yet even though I have completely accepted it. I'm just worried about how people would react and I know she was too but he still told people. Its one of the things that made me respect her even more because I know how difficult it was for her and I know I've not made it any easier on her and that's why she's doing this to me right now.
I look at her one last time but this time she seems less confident. She glances around and starts to fidget. Her leg drops away and she looks up at me again. Her eyes seems weaker than they were; she looks unsure and uncomfortable and its confusing me. Her usual confidence has vanished and she seems so afraid and so guilty. She mumbles some excuse and stands up quickly, half running out of the Great Hall.
'Hey Ginny wait up' I call as she rushes off
A.N.: ooooooooooh cliffy