No, she realized that she wanted to go with  him  . She was confused about her emotions. Why was he all of a sudden all she could think of. He probably hated her; she  should  hate him. She felt his gaze on her back at every class, she knew where he was in the Great Hall without even looking. But oh, how she loved those eyes. It was like watching stars. Sometimes she desperately wanted him to look straight at her. She wanted to see those eyes, molten silver eyes, dancing on her molten chocolate ones. 