BEYOND MY EYES

Summary: Hermione's hiding something from everyone, but she have to keep it to herself for she is the only one who can do something about it. She broke up with the person she truly loves just because she wants him to be safe… Safe from what exactly you asked? Safe from her… Tears, Joy, Mystery, Hate, Love, Fear… All of these elements will be covered by this magical story… "So let's bring it all back like some memories flashed into reality."

Chapter 1: Tears of the Night

I looked up and saw the glistering silver night sky. I sighed and said, "Come back to me". I glanced at my door hoping that he would return, but there was no sign of any movement. I looked at the sky again, and I found myself seeing blurred images. I closed my eyes, and suddenly I felt two tears dropped into my cheeks. I felt my heart pounding very hard on my chest, so I tried to bring everything back to me, like memories flashing into my harsh reality.

"I hate you!" I said with venom; my emotions were at bay, overflowing with anger.

"Please don't do this to us, to me- after all that we've been through." He pleaded quietly.

"NO! You brought this to us! If it weren't for you and that slut this would have never happened!"

I turned my back on him, and after a few seconds, he tried to pull me into a hug, but I refused him persistently.

"Hermione, I love you. And all that you have seen was just- I don't know what happened. Something must have happened and I've lost control… and I got confused… Hermione. Please… I would never hurt you… Not ever."

As I heard these words I just couldn't help myself but cry. I moved closer to the window, and wrapped my arms around me, as I felt the chilly breeze of this cold night.

"Just go please." I told him weakly. "Everything is over. I hate it to be this way because I love you. But I can't hide the fact that I can't stand what has been happening to us."

"That's it, huh! It's over just like that?" He demanded furiously, his tone bitter.

"Yes," I answered, but still I could not hide the slight tremor in my voice. In my mind, I wanted it to be over, but my heart told me that I earnestly wanted to be in his arms, telling him that we'll work it out.

"Is that so?" I heard his voice, an emotion so raw that I couldn't begin to identify, as he tried so hard to push his tears away. I knew he was crying, and I just couldn't help but feel guilty about all of this. "I never meant this to happen, Hermione."

He said, stalking toward the window where I was standing, and stopped at my back, hesitantly bringing his hands to my arms, and whispered in my ear, "I love you".

I felt goose bumps all over me, as he said those three torturing words. Again, I cried… I cried so hard, but I didn't even hear a single sound, for it was my heart that cried, and not my eyes.

He walked through the door, and before he closed it, he said, "Goodbye Hermione."

And after that, all I heard was a door being closed by someone. By him.

"Goodbye… Goodbye Draco." I intoned sadly.

I opened my eyes and realized that 2 months have passed since that incident occurred. I've been looking at this very sky every night to remind me of that dreadful occasion. I told myself, repeatedly, 'Get over it, Hermione! Isn't this what you wanted?'

Yes this was what I wanted. I did all those, responded in those ways, because I wanted him to be safe. Safe from what exactly?, one might ask.

Safe from me.

I didn't want him hurt because of me…

'Come on, Hermione! You already finished the act of hurting hurt him, and now, you're telling yourself that you don't want to hurt him because of yourself?'

If only it hadn't been so complicated.

I sighed, and walked over to my closet. I looked at myself in the mirror, and asked my reflection, "Is this what I have become? I better do something with it before the school starts. Wrecked is a word that I would describe the state I am in, but only for now… Soon, I'll be on my feet again, and I will be smiling, dazzling everyone. After all that I've been through, I don't want anybody assuming I don't have a life. Especially him. I don't want him to see that after everything we've discussed that night, he will smile at me and give me that look that said, 'I knew you couldn't get over me. Look at yourself? Look what you've become without me by your side. Well, it isn't my lost.'

Ugghhh! Suffering, my suffering will happen when that will be true.

What could I do to make my appearance suitable enough for people not to ask me silly questions like, 'What happened to you, Hermione? Are you ok?'

Argh! I really don't have time for all of that crap, so I better do something about myself. I obtained my wand from my pocket, waving it three times, and then I tapped it very lightly on my head. I peered in the mirror, taking a look of myself for the second time that evening.

My hair, now in its softest curls; and my face is shining with radiance, that even with dim light in my room emanating from the window, I could see it. My cheeks have a natural pinkish glow, and my lips started to regain its reddish color. All in all, this is what I call the "transformation".

This is the real me.

The Hermione, who has all the brightness and the happiness, has returned.

"But am I really happy? Maybe not, but if I would always think that way, I will be more miserable than what I'm feeling presently."

Well, maybe I should just prepare all things that are needed for tomorrow. I am, after all, the new Head Girl. And as one, I must always be on my very best behavior, being an example to student in Hogwarts.

I sauntered over to my desk, and got everything- from quill, parchments, and to my thick textbooks- I needed for the whole year.

I'm talking to myself… Again.

It has always been a habit of mine to talk to myself- especially when I'm in one those moments like, 'I've got a problem', or like, 'No one to talk to', or even those times that, 'Nothing special, really'.

It's weird, I should know. But whenever I do this, I feel like I'm in my smartest, for when I do this I get to think of superb ideas that are astutely great.

"Hmm, tomorrow is the big day. I will see Hogwarts again, my second home. I will see my friends, and I will see him again. Tomorrow… Tomorrow…"

Tomorrow will be the day that I need to face reality- whether I like or not. But this reality is not as simple as when I was in my first year, of during my childhood. I should face this alone, and I know it will be a very difficult trial for me. Could I handle it? I must because if I don't, then I may never see them again; I may never see him again…

All we've been fighting for will come as a waste if I cannot face this on my own.

Putting all these thoughts aside, I lay my head in my bed, entering the gate of dreams where I never imagine that this will be the start of everything… Everything that I'm not prepared for… Everything that I fear of... Everything…