Silver Eyes (restless sleep) By tearsofher Rating: R

Disclaimer: I do not own Hermione, Draco or any of the characters.. Except Nickolas Gottery, and of course, the plot. Everything else belongs to the ever-wonderful J.K. Rowling.

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Chapter Two: The library

Hermione got up, feeling refreshed and.. New, somehow. She realized that she reached dreamland last night, making her tiredness disappear. She wondered what had caused it to come back.. What had triggered the ship to dreamland.. Just then glimpse of the haunting eyes from the many nights before came back. She sighed, feeling her heart sink. Why did it have to be Draco Malfoy? Why couldn't be someone else? But she realized there was nothing she could do, so she headed to the bathroom to wash up.

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Draco Malfoy sat up, realizing he had finally fallen asleep. He was awfully glad at the fact, but still the brown haired girl invaded his thoughts. He sighed, and ran his hands through his silky hair. If he was going crazy, he did not know. But he had never heard of a Malfoy.. Thinking this way about or being attracted to a muggle born.. His father would kill him. But wait. His father couldn't . Because he was crazy! He was gone! Draco felt himself smiling at the fact. From now on his father would play no part in his life.. Hogwarts had banned Lucius from visiting Draco, or even coming within a mile of him. Draco chuckled softly, and laid back down the cotton sheets. But his mind wandered to Hermione again, and there, he found he could only keep silent. He didn't know what to say about her; negative, or positive. He was just confused. Hermione had been in front of him for six years.. why was it that it was only now that he had truly seen her? And.. what could he do to make these butterflies in his stomach go away everytime he looked at her, or thought of her? Or, would it ever go away? Draco had a feeling that this was more than just an attraction.. But he was scared of what it truly was. Of what he thought it was, if it wasn't just an attraction. But, taking in one more thought about the Gryffindor, he got up and went to go take a shower. Draco Malfoy was going to the library today.

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Hermione Granger entered the library, not surprised to see there was no one else around. Even Madame Pince wasn't here. But Hermione didn't mind; she liked the silence of the library, and the fact that no one would bother to come in here unless to get a book for a project. The lack of noise somehow comforted her, and the fact that all these brilliant books were at her grasp, made it even better. Hermione didn't mind being alone; she mostly preferred it. It wasn't that she was an anti-social or anything; it's just that she had learned to live without people whispering to or bothering her all the time. She wandered into the tall shelves.
After picking out 4 books to read, she sat down at a desk that was easily seen entering the library. She stacked them in front of her, and started reading. After fifteen minutes, she was really absorbed in the book. It was talking about certain potions and their history and the people who had first made them. It was really quite interesting. Just then she heard the library doors open quietly; she looked up. And there was Draco Malfoy. He walked into the library, and suddenly stopped in front of her, as if he had just noticed she was there. They looked into each other's eyes. Draco felt frozen, lost into her brown eyes. He felt butterflies erupt in his stomach; he couldn't stand that she was just so beautiful. He couldn't stand the fact even more, that he hadn't realized it sooner. Like maybe, last year, that way he could've been nicer to her, and they would be friends. Hermione felt her throat tighten, and her heart jumped at the sight of him. He looked so handsome; his platinum hair slicked back, but at the same time messy. And his eyes, looking into hers again, boring into her soul. There was no sign of an evil smirk spreading through his face, or any sign of an evil remark to be said from his lips. He looked.. she couldn't find the words to explain it. What exactly were some words that described Draco Malfoy? Now that she had realized she no longer hated him; she no longer knew. Draco suddenly smiled at her, and she felt her cheeks redden. She quickly looked down at her book; the words seemed jumbled, and it seemed as if they were in another language. Just then she heard his footsteps get farther and farther away. Hermione sighed. How was she ever going to concentrate now that Draco was here? But another question was also in her mind. Why had he smiled at her?

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Draco made his way into one of the library's shelves. He had smiled at her, step one. He had done that; it wasn't so hard. But what had been most incredibly hard about smiling at the pretty girl was the fact that he had to keep himself from blushing. He was blushing now; he had only managed to delay it. He walked to the edge of the shelf, and looked at Hermione. She was reading, Her long wavy hair pulled into a ponytail. Draco also noticed she was biting her lip; it seemed she was deep in thought about something. She really was beautiful. Just then he saw her look up, and now she was staring to whatever it was in front of her. She seemed distant., like she was no longer in 'the room'. Whatever that meant. Draco sighed, and walked back between the two shelves. He leaned against the shelf, the hard sides of the books unusually smooth against his back. What was he doing here? Of course, to see her. But what had made him so sure that she was going to be here? He remembered the determination he had, it had been pounding in his ears as he made his way to the library. He had wanted to see her. To look into her eyes once again. And maybe, even, get her to talk to him. It seemed, seeing her in his dreams or mind wasn't enough. He wanted to see her; in reality. He wanted to see the emotion she had hidden in her eyes, and, somehow, it seemed to Draco that he was probably the only one who had ever seen what she had in there. And that gave him a strange sliver of hope. Draco quickly grabbed a book off the shelf, and strode over to the girl. He felt his throat tightening up, as if he was nervous. But he decided to suck it in; Draco Malfoy never gave up on something because of nervousness. He stood in front of the girl, book in his hands. It seemed she didn't see him. " Granger?" She jumped, and looked at him with wide eyes. She felt her heart jump again, and her stomach were doing little flips. " Do you mind if I took this seat?" He asked. Draco was hoping she would say no; he didn't want to make a fool out of himself. Especially in front of Hermione. She looked at him with questioning eyes, but answered him. " No, I don't. Go right ahead." 'Great,' Hermione thought to herself. Now he was sitting right in front of her. For sure she knew that she would NOT BE ABLE TO CONCENTRATE. He smiled at her, and sat down. She looked at the boy; a blush seemed to be spreading through his cheeks. She still felt her stomach flipping, caused by the boy in front of her. She smiled, then turned back to her book.

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Draco felt his heart beating faster and faster. Being this near to her was driving him mad. But as he looked up at her, he had to fight the urge to tuck that stray hair that had fallen in front of her face. And to caress her face, hold her against himself. Kiss her soft lips.. Run his hand through her hair, smell her hair. He felt his face get even redder, thinking of it. Finally he tore his eyes away from her, and tried to get into the book he had randomly picked. Unfortunately, there was no success. After what seemed like eternity, fighting with his conscience if he should talk to her or not, he finally decided to. He wanted to hear her voice; it should help him to calm down. He remembered she had a soft voice.. Like an angel. But what if it just made him want her more? " Do you always spend your weekends in the library, Granger?" he asked, in a friendly tone. She looked up from her book, surprise hinted in her eyes.

" Only when I want to get away from everyone else," she replied, her soft voice filling his ears. " What do you mean by that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You know, when I want some peace and quiet; some room to think. Quietness is hard to find in the Gryffindor dormitories." Draco smiled, and she felt her heart jump again. Her heart had jumped more than twice; this was getting ridiculous. He chuckled softly. " Same in Slytherin. You know how those goons are." Hermione smiled at his comment, and he felt his heart jump also. God, she was even more beautiful when she smiled. He had to make her smile more. But the thing was, he didn't know how. Hermione wasn't like other girls; she was much, much more different. It was refreshing, to Draco. " I heard Gryfindors threw mad parties; is that true?" he smiled. Hermione replied, laughing lightly. " Yes, it is true. But I'm probably the last person you should ask." " And why is that?" " I tend to avoid their victory parties. I'm not much of a 'party' person." Draco smiled. He knew it. " Well that's good." " And why do you say that?" she asked, curious. She was slightly confused; here was Draco Malfoy, making friendly conversation with her. If anyone had a chance of coming through the doors, they wouldn't have believed their eyes. " Well, I-" He found he was at a loss for words. Then finally, he got it.

" Well, it's just refreshing to find a girl who'd rather read a book than chug down gallons of butterbeer." Hermione laughed loudly, but not so loud. But loud enough to make Draco melt at her graceful laughter. He caught himself staring again; her dark eyes were sparkling, hypnotizing him. And they continued their friendly chatter, much to their hopes.

Hermione looked at the clock, and realized they would be late for breakfast. She quickly stood up, which startled Draco. " What's wrong?" he asked. He was enjoying their conversation. " We're going to be late for breakfast," she said, gathering her books, and hurrying away to return them. Draco got his own book and stuck it in a random spot. He waited for her. Hermione came out, and Draco was there. She hadn't expected him to wait for her. " Would you mind if I walked you to breakfast?" he asked, his eyes sparkling. She beamed at him. " No, I don't."

------------------------ They walked through the doors, and Hermione smiled at him before they headed towards their tables. Draco was grinning like a madman; he felt like he had drunken a hundred gallons of butterbeer. He felt so happy that it seemed unreal. But as he looked over at the Gryffindor table, their gaze met again. Her chocolate eyes glittered, and she smiled at him, before turning away. Draco smirked; It was real. The food appeared in front of him, and he found that it was hard NOT to smile. His stomach was still doing flips; making it hard for him to eat. Finally, he just gave up, and let his gaze travel to the Gryffindor table once again.

He smirked, and he knew if any stranger had seen him right now, they would've thought he was absolutely crazy. But he couldn't stop. He, Draco Malfoy, just didn't know how he had fallen for Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor muggleborn.