A/N: All right, this is my second
songfic, and this time it's a D/H, so please don't kill me! *lol* Jenni actually
recommending I do this for some absurd reason, and after a while I took that
suggestion into account. Sorry if it isn't any good, I'm really tired! This
songfic is based on the song by Aqualung called 'Strange and Beautiful (I'll Put
A Spell On You)'....anyways, hope you like it and here it is!
DISCLAIMER: The song rightfully belongs to Aqualung and Draco and Hermione and
all of the wonderful characters belong to the now-pregnant J.K. Rowling!
Strange and Beautiful
It was a miserable, eerie night in April at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Quiet
raindrops could be heard, splattering against the windows. It was dark within
the Hogwarts castle, and inside the Great Hall, the candles were casting odd
shadows.
Draco Malfoy was transfixed in this scene. His elbows were propped up against
the table where he sat, and he gazed uncontrollably. His plate which contained
his dinner had not been touched. He seemed mesmerized, and his eyes were fixed
on one object alone.
Opposite from him, at a table that seemed so far away, Hermione Granger sat. She
seemed a world away, and Draco couldn't understand why she couldn't come
closer. Draco had been gazing at her for over two weeks, during every single
meal of the day, during Potions class in the dungeons, and outside near Hagrid's
hut for Care of Magical Creatures class.
He himself didn't understand his sudden fascination with her. But when he saw
her, his heart skipped a beat, and everything else was blocked out. Parvati's
whining was drowned out immediately at the sight of Hermione. Something about
her made him absolutely speechless, and he wondered why it was happening.
I've been watching your world from afar,
I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart,
I see,
To me you're strange and you're beautiful.
You'd be so perfect with me, but you just can't see,
You turn every head, but you don't see me.
He knew every action that she did. He knew how
she laughed, how she smiled, exactly when she blinked. It was strange to him,
and yet, it made absolutely perfect sense. He didn't know whether he was falling
in love, or whether it was an infatuation, but he had fallen for Hermione
Granger...somehow.
And she had utterly no clue. She seemed more concerned with other things, more
'important' things. Draco longed for the day when she would be concerned about
him. She was such a delicate girl, and in his mind, a perfect girl. Her world was
immaculate, and it seemed that Draco couldn't get inside of it. Harry and Ron,
of course, were automatically allowed inside, but Draco was shut out. Draco knew
that in order for him to get inside of her world, he'd have to change.
And if he'd change, then maybe he would get her to realize that he was
there.
For at that moment, with his elbows propped up against the table, Draco seemed
invisible to her. He wasn't invisible to Parvati, who was pestering him every
other second, but he seemed invisible to Hermione. She would giggle with her
friends, take a bite to eat, drink from her goblet, and not even throw a glance
at him. He hoped that one day he could get her to just look at him, and
instead of seeing right through him, she would see inside of him, and
know his feelings. And his feelings were that he wanted her.
I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep
I'll put a spell on you,
And when I wake you, I'll be the first thing you see.
And you'll realise that you love me.
Draco wished that he could just walk right up to her
and confess his feelings to her. He knew he couldn't do that, since it
would be interfering with her whole entire world and throw everything off
balance, but he wished that he could. He wanted to put his arms around her and
tell her all his secret desires and his true thoughts - he wanted to be open
with her...no, to her. But he couldn't do that, especially with Potter and Weasel guarding
her.
He wanted to put a spell on her, like she did to him. Making her
realize that he's the one for her. Making her realize that they could be
the perfect couple together.
Sometimes
the last thing you want comes in first,
Sometimes the first thing you want never comes,
I know the waiting is all you can do,
Sometimes...
This was the part that Draco was dreading the
most. It was nearing the completion of dinner, and all of the students would be
return to their towers where they belonged for the whole entire night. Draco wanted to belong where
Hermione was, although that didn't seem meant to be. After all, it was his destiny
to be in Slytherin, like his father before him. Yet sometimes, he wanted to be
far away from this father, and he wished he had a time traveling device and to
make the Sorting Hat cry 'Gryffindor' just so he could be near her.
The plates were at last cleared, and Draco finally blinked. He could hear the
house elves muttering in the kitchens below him that he never finished his food,
but Draco didn't care. He cared for Hermione, although it was obvious she
wouldn't ever care for him.
And it was a cycle. Every morning, noon, and evening, every Potions class and
Care of Magical Creatures Class, he would be haunted by her presence. It seemed
almost unhealthy, as he wasted his energy, drawing himself ever closer to her,
only to hit reality. He would never have her. Sighing, he stood up from his
place at the table, and took one last look at Hermione. She seemed as delicate
and beautiful as an angel. And if she was an angel, Draco knew he wasn't in
heaven. He was trapped in hell, a fire pit. And no matter how hard he tried, he
would never make it in heaven.
I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep
I'll put a spell on you,
And when I wake you, I'll be the first thing you see.
And you'll realise that you love me.
It was as though a black hole was engulfing him, and there was a large
emptiness inside of him. Every time he'd see her, he'd want for her glance at
him, even if it was for a second, but nothing came. Even when realization hit
and he knew he would never make it with her, he would deny that and return every
single time, hoping for a change. And although it would probably never come,
Draco Malfoy would keep on trying until one day, he would receive a glance from
the strange and beautiful Hermione Granger.
A/N: Sorry, all my songfics end up being really depressing. I
can't help it -- bad selection of songs I guess! *lol* Not that this is a bad
song or anything, just depressing sort of songs. Yes, but anyways, I hope you do
like it even though it is pretty angsty but I can't help it so don't yell at me
for that!! Oh, and if you do like it (or don't like it, either one) then
PLEASE:
REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
(I need to calm down, don't I? *lol* Anyways, see you next time!)
