Title: Those Eyes
Summary: A short fanfic. Hermione reveals her thoughts one night as she lays in bed with Draco and he sleeps. Not a happy one.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Tourniquet
His eyes.
They always get to me. Eyes the color of ice - of slick pavement in the harsh month of February. They hold no warmth towards me.
Those eyes.
Eyes that follow me when I move. They move under lashes tinged with white. They never show me anything.
Yes I know I have eyes that read like an open book. If he wants to know how I'm thinking or feeling, he just looks into my brown eyes that can't hide a thing.
How I'd kill for his eyes. I hate how he can tell everything that I'm experiencing by looking at my face.
Get away from me Draco.
You won't let me in. You never will. 'You are not good enough for me.' You whisper in my ear before lifting my skirt and fucking me against the cold stone walls of your room. I don't like your room. It makes me shiver. I crave the warmth of my bedroom and the Gryffindor common rooms but you won't touch me except when we are in here.
Why do I take it?
Perhaps it's the feeling you give me when we are together. I hate everything about you, but I am with you. The feeling of forbiddingness makes me tingle.
In a world where I am numb to everything except the thoughts in my head and the hatred I feel.
The nights when you fall asleep with me your arms and in your bed I stop to think about what I'm feeling.
I hate everything about you.
I hate your mocking eyes. Your rough touch. Wait. That's not true. I like it. I like it when you make me bleed. I realize that my heart is still bleeding when I bleed. It removes the emptiness for a period of time.
I hate your stupid walk. You think you own everything including me. And you do. You own me and love it.
I hate how you undress me with your eyes when I walk into a room. You make me feel naked. Yes Draco, I know you are thinking and planning the next time you can take me. Just leave me in peace for once.
You just mumbled in your sleep Draco. You whispered something sweet that you'd kill me if you knew I heard you. You pulled me closer and rubbed your cheek against mine. This is why I stay.
For these moments. You laugh at me when you have me against the wall or underneath you and I hate you. But when you are not watching; I love you all over again. When you hold me close in your arms and you sigh in your slumber, I can only imagine that you love me too.
If you only saw me Draco. I'm lightly tracing your pale lips with a fingertips and smiling. You can't feel it. If you did, you'd slap my hand away, hollering about a 'Mudbloods' touch.
Don't worry. I won't tell.
I've seen the pictures of your father. His fake smile is just like yours.
It's those eyes of his that worry me. They are colder than yours. I never thought there was such thing until I saw that picture.
You are so obvious Draco. All boys hide their most treasured things under the mattress. I wasn't surprised when I pulled out the picture of you and Lucius. I almost screamed when I saw that portrait.
Why do you keep it? To remind yourself of some hidden secret?
You're bleeding in the picture. He strikes you down and your face is full of terror. I want to confront you about it, but you can't know I've seen it. You'd push me even farther away if that's possible.
Sleep on Draco. I'm watching over you. I will protect you from him. Not directly of course, but by letting you hurt me. You release something in that. By letting you hold me at night and having me wipe the tears of your sleep.
It's a good thing you always have a hankerchief around. I don't think you'd like me using mine to soak up your salty tears. Sometimes I kiss them away to make sure they are not real. You wouldn't like that. A Mudblood kissing away your tears. Don't worry, I won't tell.
You're opening you eyes Draco. Yes, It's morning and no I haven't slept. Why would I let myself sleep away one minute of sleeping in your arms when I could memorize your visage instead.
No Draco, of course I wouldn't dream of telling Harry and Ron about this.
Yes Draco, I know you'd kill me if I did.
Yes Draco, I know you hate everything about me because I hate everything about you. So why do I love you?
Stop it Draco. Don't hurt me like this. You know you don't want to. Why do you have your hands wrapped around my neck. You're squeezing harder.
You can see the panic in my eyes. Your eyes reflect something new.
The life is draining away from me. Yes, I did say 'I love you.'
It's too late now Draco. You're holding me in your arms. You press your lips against mine, but I can't manage to press mine back. The silent tears of your slumber have returned. They drip off your smooth cheeks and onto mine. Don't try to wipe them away. Don't be ashamed. I've seen them before.
It's too late though. You whisper you love me but it's too late. I manage to smile weakly and then I'm gone.
It was in those eyes. They showed me that you actually loved me. Those eyes revealed something and I was able to let go. Looking in those eyes.
Reviews are nice.
A second part could be written.
