a/n-ok. I decided if I want to be an author, I gotta stick by my stories. I wrote this after listening to 'I wanna be with you-Mandy Moore' 100 times.
"Sorry, Harry," Neville apologized for waking Harry up at dawn by falling out of his bed.
Harry groaned and turned over, appearing to fall back into his dreams. Neville bashfully climbed back into his bed and quickly started snoring again. A few long minutes later, Harry sat up in silence. He looked around at the boys who were starting, very slowly, to rise from their slumber. But they still had an hour or so before waking up and preparing for classes. Harry glanced at Ron. Ron had pushed a pillow over his face, trying to block out the sun.
With a tired smile, Harry quietly crawled out of bed. He grabbed his black robes and carefully stepped out of their dormitory, taking him a moment to shut the door silently. Outside, Harry put his robes over his pajamas. It was only when he was outside, that it hit him. He couldn't talk to Hermione now; the girls were still in their room. Only for a second did he think of sneaking in since the girls would wake up.
Discouraged, he hung his head. But he couldn't go back to bed. "I need to brush my teeth." Oh well, he walked down the stairs, staring a little at the stairs Hermione climbed up for bed. The common room was abandoned. Sleepily, he fell down on a chair and drifted from sleep to consciousness, all his thoughts pertaining to Hermione.
Hermione was walking around the lake. She hadn't really slept, though there were a few hours of a dream-like state. She kicked the ground in front of her, deep in thought. She never appreciated how beautiful dawn could be. Mist hovered over the lake and fog slept above her in the sky. The sky was painted colors of red, a few yellows seeping in and out.
She heard steps behind her. She froze, looking up; hope and despair swelling in her chest. As the steps stopped behind her she swung around and raised her head again.
"Hi."
"What are you doing here?"
"I saw you from the library window."
Hermione looked at the ground before staring back at his ice-grey eyes. The ice looked unusually warm. "Go away," she said in a small voice. Draco turned her around gently so she looked out at the lake. She shivered as she felt his arms wrap around hers. "What? What are we looking at?"
"The lake."
"So? I've seen it."
"Seen it like this? With a red and purple surface?" Hermione tried to shoot him down again, but her mouth opened only to quiver a bit. Her eyes were watering again and she was sick of crying. "More often than not it's restless. But look it at now." She looked at it again, trying to see what he was seeing. "See the way the water reflects the sky? It's right out of a Monet painting. 'Cept, now…it's much more vivid. Monet can try to capture the feeling, but look at it. You can't capture this scene."
"Draco…I'm going inside." He didn't move his arms away; he simply kept looking out at the lake. She summoned up her strength to say what didn't want to come out of her. "You can't just say a bunch of stupid, romantic stuff and expect things to change. Lea-Leave me alone." Still, he didn't back away. "Draco," she growled again, but the growl came out as a whine.
He pressed the side of his head against hers. "Shhh. Just look at the lake."
"No! It's just a stupid lake." Hermione tried to wriggle out of his arms. After hesitating, Draco let her. Hermione began to walk away, feeling his eyes on her back. She shook off her emotions and stopped any tears falling. She kept on her determined path. Thoughts and feelings started pouring through her mind and she yelled inwardly, sick of so much sensations and thoughts, wills. 'Stop!' she screamed to herself. She stopped, stopped walking. Almost all of what was going on in her head shut up except one thing.
Turning slowly, Hermione looked back at Draco who was still standing by the lake. Tall; blond; pale skin that felt so cold against hers…there was else about him. Hermione felt her legs moving towards him, and for once her mind agreed with them. Draco smiled as she stopped in front of him. She felt his arms find their way to her back. Her eyes closed as she found her right place. Then she felt Draco pull up a bit and she looked at him. His eyes. "You look too much," she said softly as her hand pressed his head down. Hermione didn't feel her world melt away since all she felt was Malfoy. She knew without realizing it that Pansy had never tasted his soul. Glimpses of sensing him developed inside of her as Hermione let herself dissolve into the kiss.