Series: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
She watches him.
Not because she's forced to. Not because she wants to. It's neither of those really. She just can't help herself sometimes.
She sits there in her favorite chair, a large book propped up against her lap, her eyes just above the pages that usually entices her so. Her fingertips play with the old parchment, dragging the calluses from past reading ventures she had enjoyed against the edges, flicking the pages to each other. The noise quiets her thoughts for the moment, but she doubts that they'll end.
She knows that because she can't stop thinking about him.
Him. He's the boy that is sitting across from her, silent and breathing soft into the crackling atmosphere from the fireplace. He doesn't know things, such as how she regularly is th