~Chapter Four- Midnight, Starlight~
Draco looked at Hermione. After a while he shrugged and tossed the book to her.
"Here," he said, "you can have it."
With that he left the library.
Hermione could have just picked up the book but what she did next, she didn't know why she did it, she picked up the book from the floor and ran out after him.
Draco was walking really fast now, already forgotten about Hermione. Hermione ran up to him and tapped him on the back.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Draco wasn't in the mood to talk, and he kept on walking.
"Draco." Hermione began.
Draco stopped in his tracks, Hermione has never called him that before, it sounded almost fairy-tale like.
"Why so cold?" Hermione asked, walking up to face him, "this is a good book you should take it."
Draco looked up at Hermione, "why are you being nice to me?"
Hermione smiled and leant forward, Draco thought she was going to kiss him but she turned left and whispered in his ear, "Meet me at the lake tonight, at midnight."
And with that she left.
~*~
Oh oh, what have I done? Hermione asked herself, she's supposed to hate Draco.
But why hate him in the first place? Her other half asked, you only hated him because of Harry and Ron, and he only hates you for the same reason.
What am I thinking? What am I thinking?
She lay back on the couch, but there was something about his eyes, she told herself, he's changed.
Only one way to find out, she thought.
~*~
Draco held the book in his hands and looked at it. It was old and aging, by appearance, it looked as if it has been flipped through many times. The cover said a simple two simple words: "Midnight Lovers".
He flipped opened the cover and read.
He didn't know how long he read for, it might have been minutes, it might have been seconds, it might have been hours, but one thing was for sure, he couldn't get Hermione out of his mind.
Why was she so nice? He asked himself, and why did she ask him to the lake? Should he go? What if she doesn't show up? What will he do?
He closed the book and read the cover again:
Midnight Lovers
Only one way to find out he thought to himself.
~*~
The wind blew hard on Hermione's legs, she clutched her cloak closer to her and pulled her head down against the wind.
It was a cold and dark night, there was barely any stars in the sky, or it appeared that way because the moon was shining so brightly.
The lake came into view, appearing black and misty, Hermione quickened her pace and walked to the edge. She looked out over the water, it was still there was no sound.
She didn't know how long she stood there, but it seemed long, longer than she had ever waited. She saw all the lights in Hogwarts turn off.
She turned back to the water.
Admit it, she told herself, he won't come tonight.
With one more scan of the school grounds she turned and left without a single sound.
~*~
Getting back safely was the hard part, she wasn't supposed to be up, but she was.
She didn't even know where she was going. Her feet were taking her, all over the place. She didn't know why she was walking so fast. Maybe it was the feeling of rejection. The feeling of Draco not coming inside her.
But what should she have suspected? She knew all along he wouldn't come, why ask him in the first place?
"You shouldn't have come," Hermione told herself.
"You're right," A voice answered in the distance.
~*~
Hermione looked up in surprise. It was Draco, standing by a pillar in the hallway, leaning out the window and staring at the stars.
"Draco?" Hermione asked, surprised.
"You didn't think I would leave you out there to make a fool of yourself did I?" Draco turned and faced her, "sorry I was late, it was hard getting out of the common room."
Hermione nodded, thoughts filed her head, this was a different Draco from the one she knew, it was almost as if Harry's death affected him, more than anyone else.
She looked up at Draco, standing there by the window, with the moonlight making his skin look eerily white. His eyes shone out. It was a perspective that Hermione never saw in Draco.
She shook her head, what was going on in her mind? She shouldn't be thinking this about him. About anyone.
But Draco wasn't just anyone.
~*~*~*~
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Draco looked at Hermione. After a while he shrugged and tossed the book to her.
"Here," he said, "you can have it."
With that he left the library.
Hermione could have just picked up the book but what she did next, she didn't know why she did it, she picked up the book from the floor and ran out after him.
Draco was walking really fast now, already forgotten about Hermione. Hermione ran up to him and tapped him on the back.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Draco wasn't in the mood to talk, and he kept on walking.
"Draco." Hermione began.
Draco stopped in his tracks, Hermione has never called him that before, it sounded almost fairy-tale like.
"Why so cold?" Hermione asked, walking up to face him, "this is a good book you should take it."
Draco looked up at Hermione, "why are you being nice to me?"
Hermione smiled and leant forward, Draco thought she was going to kiss him but she turned left and whispered in his ear, "Meet me at the lake tonight, at midnight."
And with that she left.
~*~
Oh oh, what have I done? Hermione asked herself, she's supposed to hate Draco.
But why hate him in the first place? Her other half asked, you only hated him because of Harry and Ron, and he only hates you for the same reason.
What am I thinking? What am I thinking?
She lay back on the couch, but there was something about his eyes, she told herself, he's changed.
Only one way to find out, she thought.
~*~
Draco held the book in his hands and looked at it. It was old and aging, by appearance, it looked as if it has been flipped through many times. The cover said a simple two simple words: "Midnight Lovers".
He flipped opened the cover and read.
He didn't know how long he read for, it might have been minutes, it might have been seconds, it might have been hours, but one thing was for sure, he couldn't get Hermione out of his mind.
Why was she so nice? He asked himself, and why did she ask him to the lake? Should he go? What if she doesn't show up? What will he do?
He closed the book and read the cover again:
Midnight Lovers
Only one way to find out he thought to himself.
~*~
The wind blew hard on Hermione's legs, she clutched her cloak closer to her and pulled her head down against the wind.
It was a cold and dark night, there was barely any stars in the sky, or it appeared that way because the moon was shining so brightly.
The lake came into view, appearing black and misty, Hermione quickened her pace and walked to the edge. She looked out over the water, it was still there was no sound.
She didn't know how long she stood there, but it seemed long, longer than she had ever waited. She saw all the lights in Hogwarts turn off.
She turned back to the water.
Admit it, she told herself, he won't come tonight.
With one more scan of the school grounds she turned and left without a single sound.
~*~
Getting back safely was the hard part, she wasn't supposed to be up, but she was.
She didn't even know where she was going. Her feet were taking her, all over the place. She didn't know why she was walking so fast. Maybe it was the feeling of rejection. The feeling of Draco not coming inside her.
But what should she have suspected? She knew all along he wouldn't come, why ask him in the first place?
"You shouldn't have come," Hermione told herself.
"You're right," A voice answered in the distance.
~*~
Hermione looked up in surprise. It was Draco, standing by a pillar in the hallway, leaning out the window and staring at the stars.
"Draco?" Hermione asked, surprised.
"You didn't think I would leave you out there to make a fool of yourself did I?" Draco turned and faced her, "sorry I was late, it was hard getting out of the common room."
Hermione nodded, thoughts filed her head, this was a different Draco from the one she knew, it was almost as if Harry's death affected him, more than anyone else.
She looked up at Draco, standing there by the window, with the moonlight making his skin look eerily white. His eyes shone out. It was a perspective that Hermione never saw in Draco.
She shook her head, what was going on in her mind? She shouldn't be thinking this about him. About anyone.
But Draco wasn't just anyone.
~*~*~*~
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