D A N I E L L E ' S P O V
As I look up from my book, he's staring at me again.
Draco Malfoy is staring at me. Or actually is it me staring at him?
Either way his gorgeous blue-grey eyes are shimmering contently in the heat of the sun.
His gaze fell upon me, oh Danielle, it's you who's been staring the entire time. And there it was. That sinister smirk. The eyebrow raise.
I shot him a scornful glare while he returned a sarcastic smile and a sardonic wave before turning on his heel and walking in the opposite direction and that's when it's all over.
