"I feel these four walls closing in, face up against the glass, I'm looking out, hmm"
The wind passed by her, throwing her balance off slightly. Her breath uneven, and catching in her throat every so often. Her gaze went from the moon down to what lay at the bottom of the astronomy tower. Tears sliding down her cheeks as she shut down and her desire to give up on everything. The stress from everything getting to her. Had they thought she would be okay? With all the evil lurking everywhere, that wasn't likely to happen any time soon. She was supposed to be brave, but she wasn't.
She was going to jump.
She was going to fly.
Her feet moved a step closer to the edge, her lips trembling as she lifts a foot to go over the edge. Suddenly she was yanked back by her shirt and she landed on her arse, safely on the roof. She looked around, stunned and then her eyes widened as the person who intervened came into view.
"Are you mad Granger?! Filthy mudblood finally snapped?" Despite his snappy tone, crossed arms and glare she caught the sheen of concern in his grey eyes. He was stunning in this moment, the moon at his back as the wind tousled his hair. His arms were crossed tightly, as if he was scolding her.
"You look like a fallen angel", the phrase had quietly left her lips before she could stop it. She hoped slightly that he hadn't heard it, but at the same time she didn't care. She had remained on her arse, sitting on the roof of the tower and unmoving as she gazed at him.
He blamed it on her glistening tears, but he approached her. Not too close, but not too far..."So you have gone mad. I'm no bloody angel."
She licked her parted, chapped lips as she gazed up at him then frowns as her shock fades away. "Why did you pull me back Malfoy? Why didn't you let me fall?" She was given a roll of his eyes as a reply as well as his hands shoved into his pockets. "Answer me!" She, Hermione had been so close to freedom, so close to bliss of not having to care and carry about the stress of being the brains of the Golden Trio or to worry about if she'd have parents by the end of the day.
She watched as Draco kneeled in front of her, he started to reach out to her, hesitated then completed his gesture of wiping a stray tear away then tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "You're a Gryffindor, you're not supposed to be selfish. That's a Slytherin trait. And it'd be selfish of you to leave the rest of us to deal with everything." Hermione had relaxed at his gentle actions and words but then she yelped when he slapped her across the cheek. He hadn't hit her hard, it was light and more of a wake up call technique. Confusion overtook her brain as she moved away when he sneered at her. "So get your filthy blood back to the common room before I tattle on you Granger. No doubt the other bleeding heart gryffindorks would be horrified to know what you were going to do up here."
A gasp escaped her sharply as he tug her up by the collar, and dragged her back to the Gryffindor tower. She glanced back at him, standing outside the open portrait as he turned and stalked back down to the dungeons. Merlin he was handsome. Shaking her head at the thought she returned to her room and bed, falling into a fitful sleep.
AN: Hello~! :D I'd been reading a lot of Dramione fics and they put me in a mood to write one of my own. This was also inspired by 'Wild Horses' by Natasha Bedingfield. I do believe that this is the first of my stories that I have a clear idea of where the plot will end. Review and let me know what you think, what your ideas are etc. Thanks for reading!