EVERYWHERE
Disclaimer: I own the plot (I think), Michelle Branch owns the song and JKR owns all the other stuff.
A/N: Hey, everybody! *ahem* I did not get 15 reviews *evil glare* so all of you who actually wanted another chapter, I think you should thank a little thing called 'boredom' (and for those who didn't… well, you wouldn't be reading this right now, would you? So technically, I'm talking to no one… never mind me!!!).
Yes, well… anyway, I decided I could make a whole series out of this… which means that I have to change the title so, if/when you review, please give me some suggestions for another one.
Yes, so I'm going to make a whole series (unless I get quite a few people who say 'no' to one…) from before they were together to when they are actually together, then you can insert Goodbye to You and then after the break-up. So it's a prequel and a sequel.
So, here's the first chapter. Oh, and I took Princess Aiko's advice and I'm going to make it a series of songfics to Michelle Branch's album The Spirit Room. Very good album, you should all go out and buy it. If you really want some extra effects as well, you can listen to the songs while reading. But that's only if you want. You don't need to.
Right… now, without further babbling – Chapter 1 of the prequel: EVERYWHERE!
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Hermione settled down for breakfast next to Ron who was talking animatedly with Harry about, would you guess, Quidditch.
"… And then, out of nowhere, he came and grabbed the Quaffle!"
"NO WAY!!!! That's so cool!"
"Hell, yeah! It was terrific to watch…"
"Is Quidditch all you can ever talk about?" Hermione interjected, frustrated. Ron's hands remained in the same position as when he was talking, chin hitting the floor. Harry's eyes were wide with shock.
"Oh, come on, guys!" he rolled her eyes and gave them and impatient look. "There are better things to talk about, for God's sake!"
"Fine!" Ron huffed and finally put his hands down. "Harry, Hermione, isn't the weather terrific today?"
"Uh…" Harry looked outside to see a large gust of wind and a grey sky. "Yes…"
"Fine!" Hermione huffed just as Ron had before. "Go on, talk about your bloody Quidditch!" she stood up and stalked out of the Great Hall, knowing that she was leaving Ron grinning in triumph and Harry with a moral dilemma, whether to follow her or stay with Ron and his favourite topic.
Then she heard the Great Hall door slam after her – someone was following her.
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Draco pushed his scrambled eggs across his plate, feeling oddly full. He looked up as Hermione came in and quickly stared back down again. He had felt differently about the Gryffindor trio lately. He despised Harry and Ron so much more than he thought he ever could. But when it came to Hermione, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she could be.
When she arrived at the Yule Ball with Krum, he couldn't help but notice how bright her eyes shone, how straight and white her teeth were and, as a result of that, how dazzling her smile was.
But he needed a reality check. There was no way in hell that he, a pure-blood Slytherin, could go out or even think about dating a Muggle-born Gryffindor. His father would murder him. He could always do worse, but Draco didn't even want to think about the possibilities.
He heard the door to the Great hall open and close with a bang. He looked up suddenly and noticed that, even though Hermione had only just entered, she had just as quickly disappeared.
Without even thinking about the consequences, he quickly got up and muttered, "I'm not hungry anymore," to no one in particular and followed her out of the Hall.
Turn it inside out so I can see
The part of you that's drifting over me
And when I wake you're never there
But when I sleep you're everywhere
You're everywhere
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Hermione kept on walking, even though she was dying of curiosity of who was following her. She walked out onto the Hogwarts grounds and then, when her curiosity got the better of her turned around.
She could not believe her eyes when they fell on Draco Malfoy.
"Hey…" he greeted uncertainly.
"What the hell are you doing following me?" she shot back. She was shocked when he suddenly cast his eyes down.
"I…" he looked up again, right back into her eyes and continued, "I just wanted to know what was wrong with you."
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with me, thank you very much." She answered then her eyes widened in realisation. "OH! That's it! You're pumping me for information about Harry aren't you?"
"NO!"
"Bull! I'm onto you, Malfoy!" she waggled her finger at him. "You are the dirtiest, slimiest rat of them all!" she paused before she muttered to herself, "Well, excluding Wormtail…"
"Look, I swear, Granger, I'm not!"
She pouted at him, noticing that his grey eyes were sincere. She had always loved them, even when they were narrowing as he prepared to shoot some horrible insult at her. They seemed to always tell the truth, but, then again, she could never tell when he was lying.
She looked away from his eyes, towards his blonde hair, flying freely in the wind. Suddenly she noticed him grinning.
"What?" she asked.
"Just… you're taking a long time to say that I'm lying."
"Oh…" she trailed off. She couldn't think of anything to say and she hated that. She had always been a smart aleck and when she lost tongue, she went crazy.
Then again, he drove her crazy anyway.
She opened her mouth to make a comment after a few seconds pause but nothing came out. Draco laughed.
"Stuff it, Granger." He said calmly. "I'm not pumping you for information about Potty, and it seems as though you believe me, so we'll leave it at that." He walked away, leaving Hermione standing there, watching his back.
Leaving her feeling something she didn't want to feel.
Something she never thought she'd feel.
Something she hated to feel.
Something that she knew was wrong.
Something that she loved to feel.
Just tell me how I got this far
Just tell me why you're here and who you are
'Cause every time I look you're never there
And every time I sleep you're always there
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Hermione walked towards Potions class alone, avoiding Harry and Ron. She saw Harry make a few moves towards her but she simply turned away from him.
She went inside the dungeon, being the second person there. The person there before her was someone else she had been avoiding.
Malfoy.
"Why, hello again, Granger!" he greeted cheerily. "What a surpirse to see again so soon!"
"Shut up, Malfoy."
"My, where are your manners?" he tutted. "You should always greet someone if they greet you."
"Hmmm… you greeted me… but I don't seem to remember greeting you." She countered.
"Touchy!" he sat down and pulled out his equipment for the lesson and Hermione sat towards the back.
Soon the room had filled up. She noticed Harry's eyes roving around the room, probably looking for her. She slipped down in her seat, hopefully out of his view. Then Snape yelled at everyone to sit down so he could start the lesson.
"Right, today, I'm going to pair you up with someone and you will complete a project together on a certain potion."
He began to pair them up and Hermione was not surprised when he paired Harry and Ron up together.
'Probably thinks they're going to fail…'
"Granger. Malfoy. Here. Now." He called. Draco stood and Hermione walked to the front of the room.
"You two will be working together as you are the best students in this class. I expect a certain standard for this project and it had better be reached. Otherwise, both of you will be in trouble."
'Great, just what I need. Time with Malfoy…' Hermione thought to herself. And judging form the look on Draco's face, he wasn't any happier with the arrangements.
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'Great… just what I need. More Granger!'
Draco was feeling exactly the same as Hermione – pissed at Snape for pairing them up. Draco didn't know how much longer he could suppress his feelings for her. He had been doing so since the Yule Ball. Maybe even before that subconsciously.
But there was absolutely nothing he or she could do about. Snape was one teacher not to be argued with and, really, he felt as if he shouldn't.
He thought that maybe, just maybe, he was in with a chance with Hermione Granger.
And next to him, Hermione felt as if she was in with a chance with him.
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know that makes me believe
I'm not alone
I'm not alone
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Ron and Harry had finally apologised to Hermione and she accepted it with no problems. She had more important things on her mind.
"Herm… you OK?" Harry asked while Ron looked at her, concerned.
"Yeah… just… thinking about this Potions project… with Malfoy." She groaned.
"Oh, yeah…" Ron looked at Harry. "Maybe we should actually pick a potion, eh?"
"Yeah…" Harry sounded bored but stood up. "Hey, Herm, you coming? It's your regular hangout!"
"Huh?" she looked up confused.
"The library." Ron explained to her as if she were a three-year-old.
"Oh, yeah, sure!" she stood up quickly. "Let's go."
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Hermione walked up and down the library aisles, picking up a book every now and again and stared at the cover. Then she heard someone coughing behind her.
"I knew I'd find you here."
I recognize the way you make me feel
It's hard to think that you might not be real
I sense it now, the water's getting deep
I try to wash the pain away from me
Away from me
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Draco leaned against the shelf and grinned.
Hermione stared at him. "Did you really?"
"Hell yeah. This is, like, your hangout!"
"That's… what Harry and Ron said."
"Well, it's true, isn't it?"
She turned away from him but turned back. "What potion are we going to do for this project? And when are we going to meet to do it?"
"I was thinking… Polyjuice Potion. I find it interesting to take the form of someone else. I'd think you would know about it as well."
Her eyes widened in fear. "Why would I know more about it?" she asked. If he knew about their second year, she, Harry and Ron would be expelled if he dobbed. Which, of course, he would.
"Well, 'cos Potter was involved with that Crouch guy… and he used it and I figured he would've told you… but I guess I was wrong…" he explained nervously. She relaxed visibly.
"No, I think it'd be great, too."
He stared at her I disbelief. "Really?"
She smiled. "Yeah."
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know that makes me believe
I'm not alone
I'm not alone
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Hermione sat down at a desk in the Transfiguration room. She had asked McGonagall for permission to use the room for their project and, obviously, she had agreed.
Draco walked in and set his things down before turning around and closing the door.
"Hey." He greeted breathlessly. "I had to run from the common room so I wouldn't be late."
"Great!" she grinned. "And I can see you brought some stuff with you."
"Yeah…" he stopped and tilted his head, staring at her.
"What?" she asked, gathering some of the notes they had.
"Just… we're being so civil to each other."
"Yeah, can't believe it myself." She laughed and reached for some yellow parchment near Draco.
"Oh, I'll get that for you." He offered, but she wasn't listening.
And when there hands met, it sent shocks through the both of them.
And when I touch your hand
It's then I understand
The beauty that's within
It's now that we begin
You always light my way
I hope there never comes a day
No matter where I go
I always feel you so
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Well…"
"Yeah…"
"Sorry!"
They were both practically speechless and spent the rest of the night silently working, only speaking when they had to.
Hermione was kicking herself all the while, knowing that if she actually spoke to him, she'd have a better chance of dating him. And, of course, he must think that she didn't deserve to be in Gryffindor. She couldn't even summon the courage to talk to him.
Draco stared at her, wondering what on earth she must think of him now, a stuttering Slytherin idiot who can't even come up with some topic to talk about.
"Well." She sighed, wringing her hand and scowling in pain from her writing cramps. "I think that'll do us for tonight."
"OK then." Draco began to pack up his things and Hermione just sat and watched him. Then she gathered herself and began to pack up as well.
Just as they were about to both leave, Draco turned to her.
"Er… Granger?" she turned swiftly.
"Yeah?"
"Let's, uh, just… forget, before. It never happened, right?"
"… Yeah…"
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I close my eyes it's you I see
You're everything I know that makes me believe
I'm not alone
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Hermione got to her common room and collapsed on the bed, wondering how on earth she made that night such a disaster. It didn't take her long to come up with an answer.
She should've listened to Draco when he said he'd pick up the parchment.
'I'll make it up. I'll make it so everything goes right the next time we're together and he can't fault me. THEN I'll make a move!'
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Draco went to the Slytherin common room, physically and mentally kicking himself.
There was no way she would go out with him.
Not after tonight's performance.
And definitely not after that note he left her.
Why was he such a naïve fool?
'Cause you're everywhere to me
And when I catch my breath it's you I breathe
You're everything I know that makes me believe
I'm not alone
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Hermione sat down the next morning to pack her bag. She pulled out the work she and Draco did last night and watched as a scrap of parchment fell out.
He slowly picked it up and read it:
'You're in everyone I see
So tell me
Do you see me?'
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A/N: OK, that'll do you (I hope!) for now. By the way, in case you didn't know, 'you're in everyone I see…' is the letter Draco wrote, what Hermione read and the last bit of Everywhere. Pleas R/R! Lots of reviews will make me write faster. If I get fifteen within Sunday (it's Thursday today) I'll upload then. Otherwise, next week! XD
