Silver Eyes (restless Sleep)
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: I do not own hermione, or Draco, or Harry, and whoever else, they all, as you all know, belong to the genius J.K. Rowling. But, I own do Nickolas Gottery and the plot..
Chapter four: Painful
Draco stared up at the ceiling.. It was quiet. Too quiet. The silence only left him to think about what had happened in the Great Hall.. And Hermione. He hadn't seen her after he had said those cruel words.. But he had seen Potter, yelling, calling her. Then Potter turned to Draco, as if he sensed he was looking in his direction. Potter gave him a cold glare, rage in his eyes. Draco turned over, lying on his side. He couldn't sleep; he was guessing this was his punishment. Well, at least part of it. He couldn't help but feel his heart aching, throbbing as if it were sore. And he thought about the Gryffindor, and he found it hard to swallow. His throat tightened, and he felt so guilty. The guiltiest he had ever felt in his whole entire life. But of course, he had never known guilt before. Because he was a Malfoy; and Malfoy's didn't feel sympathy or guilt, or regret. Their actions were done, orders or for their selfishness. No feelings were ever in them, they just did what they had to do.
But here was Draco Malfoy. Mad at himself, so much guilt in himself he couldn't stand it.
And for what? A Gryffindor muggleborn that he had been taught to hate ever since he could think. Draco shut his eyes, his body still tight and tense. " No, she's more than that," he whispered to himself. " Much more. More than I could ever imagine, or give. Much more than I'd ever see in my life." He took in a deep breath, and tried to let his body relax against the soft cotton sheets. But a pair of brown, deep eyes was burned in his mind. He groaned, and finally sat up. He gave up on trying to get some sleep this night. It was no use. " What have I done?"
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Hermione stared up at the ceiling, the only one still awake in the Girl's Gryffindor dormitories. Her eyes were sore, and they felt like all the moisture had been all dried up. Which, of course, made sense, since she had been crying her eyes out since dinner. But thinking about Draco and his words made her want to cry even more. Her heart was broken beyond any repair, and she could only hope to forget all this in the morning, as if it had never happened. Draco would still be insulting her, and she wouldn't care. She wouldn't care about Draco.
But of course, that was just a whole bunch of nonsense. She couldn't forget that without the help of a potion, or.. She looked over at her wand, which was lying on her dresser. She debated with herself if she could do it.. But she would be breaking school rules, and.. She sighed, frustrated. She was going mad. She looked over at Lavender, who was asleep next to her. She had remembered the concern in Lavender's eyes when she had entered the dormitories. Lavender had tried to comfort her, to reassure her, but of course, nothing worked. Hermione also noticed the faint glint of curiosity and confusion in her eyes as she had been washing her face.. Hermione knew what she had wanted to ask.. Draco Malfoy had called her a mudblood before, why did it just drive her to tears now? What was different? But Lavender didn't ask, she didn't want to make her friend feel any worse.
And, of course, Lavender told Hermione that Harry wanted to talk to her, down in the common room. But Hermione told her that she was too tired, and she really didn't feel like talking about it.
Oh what she would do to avoid talking about it. Luckily, Lavender saw that, and went without any question. Hermione really appreciated Lavender; she was such a good friend. But.. What would she saw if Harry kept persisting to talk about what had happened? What would she say? What could she say? And, oh, she couldn't lie to Harry.. He was one of her best friends.. But she really didn't want to tell them; Harry and Ron. They would just question her, and then get suspicious. And she really didn't need any of that right now. And what about Draco? Oh goodness, he was her partner in potions! What was she going to do? What if he tried to talk to her? She was sure she was just going to break down and cry, tears of anger and sadness. But she swore to herself she wouldn't talk to him, or even acknowledge his presence. She would just act like nothing had happened. Well, she'd be a little more hostile to him.. But it was perfectly reasonable. After all, it wasn't as if he cared for her, let alone liked her. It was all just a game, remember? It was just a trick. A little game called lets- see-how-fast-I-can-make-the-mudblood-cry. She should've known. Draco Malfoy would never change. Never. Because he was a Malfoy, and he was a Slytherin. Nothing mattered to the Malfoys but wealth and power.
But Hermione couldn't help but feel a tiny trace of hope, that he wasn't like his father, or any other Malfoy. She was hoping that she was wrong, and he really did change.. And what had happened was just a mistake.
But who was she kidding?
Who was she really kidding?
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Hermione poked at her food, not very hungry. She felt as if she had very little strength today, and no energy was left in her body. Harry looked over at her, worried. " Are you okay, Hermione?" Hermione was getting a little irritated.. He had been sneaking glances at her throughout breafast, and she pretended she hadn't noticed. But it was really getting hard.. " Yes, I'm fine. I just- I didn't get much sleep last night. Don't worry. I'm great. I'm freaking fantastic." Harry looked at her, his worry still there. " What happened yesterday, Hermione?" Hermione felt her shoulders slouch. She knew he was going to start pestering her about it. " Nothing." " Nothing? We're not dense, Hermione! Why did you run out of the Hall, crying yesterday?" Hermione didn't answer, just poking at her food. Harry grabbed her shoulder, and made her face him. " He's called you a mudblood many times before! Why did you run out crying?!" A few people had looked over, curious. Hermione felt angry, irritated. How dare he ask her this way? Just then his hands softened their grasp, and he let go of her. There was regret in his eyes, and sadness. " I'm sorry, Hermione. I don't.. I don't know what came over me. I just," he sighed. " I just feel like you're not telling us anything." She glared at him. " Well what's there to tell, Harry? And besides, it's not like I have to tell you anything! If I want to keep something to myself, then it's my choice! You have no right, or business trying to force it out of me!" The whole Gryffindor table was now watching them, silent. Just then murmurs and whispers broke out, and she felt like the room was getting hotter and smaller. ha Harry stared at her in shock, and so was Ron, Lavender, and Ginny. " Hermione, I-" " Save it, Harry, " she snapped, and picked up her bag, and strode out of the hall.
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Draco was staring over at the Gryffindor table, trying to catch a glimpse of the pretty girl. And once he saw her, the throbbing of his heart worsened. And he felt like he couldn't breathe. She had bags under her eyes, and she was pale. But nonetheless, Draco thought she was as beautiful as ever. Just then he saw Potter garb her by the shoulders. Draco felt his muscles tighten in alarm. Just then Potter let go of her, and Hermione was glaring at him. Potter talked, then she started yelling. By now almost everyone had turned around and was watching. " Well what's there to tell, Harry? And besides, it's not like I have to tell you anything! If I want to keep something to myself, then that's my choice! You have no right, or business trying to force it out of me!" Draco was shocked; he had never seen her so angry at Potter before, let alone hear her speak to him that way. He had always thought she adored him, and would probably give her life for him. But now he knew that their friendship had flaws, like any other friendships. Just then he saw her get up, and walk out of the hall. Without thinking, Draco stood up, and followed after her.
He ran out of the hall, and he saw that she was walking down the corridor. Draco felt his heart beating loudly, the blood in his ears rushing. He ran to catch up with her. " Hermione!" he called. Suddenly she stopped, and whipped around. She was reminded of her broken heart of the sight. It was Draco Malfoy. But before he could really catch up to her, she turned, walking through another corridor. Draco ran faster, and her footsteps became quicker. Finally, when she was going to run, he grabbed her by the arm, and whipped her around. She glared at him; furious. But looking into the once familiar silver eyes that had haunted her once before, and was still, she felt like crying all over again. Draco looked into her brown eyes, and he saw that they were filled with hurt, apin, and anger. Maybe even a speck of pure hatred. " Hermione, I didn't mean what I said, yesterday," he said. She glared at him, even more. Draco knew that this was not going to be easy. " I don't believe you, Draco." " But-" " This was all a game to you, wasn't it?!" she yelled. She jerked her arm away from his grasp. She continued on, fuming. " It was a little game, to try to be friends with me and then make me cry, humiliate me! I can't believe I was actually-" " No! It wasn't, Hermione! Listen to me!" He grabbed her shoulders, making sure she wouldn't be able to walk away. " It wasn't just a game, or a trick-" " Then why did you say those words, Draco?!" she yelled, and tears were starting to form in her eyes. " Why were you friendly to me, then push me down last night, if it wasn't all just a freaking game?!" Draco couldn't find the right words to say. She jerked away from him. " I knew it, you bastard!" Draco winced. She was hurting him more than she could ever know. " You don't understand!" he yelled. " Well, then, here's your chance. Explain it to me, make me understand!" A tears sled down her cheek, and he felt his heart break at the sight of her crying. He had really hurt her. " I.. I can't," he said. He couldn't tell her why. She would just hate him more. Hermione shook her head, her tears falling. " I can't believe you," she cried. " I thought.. I thought you changed! I can't believe I thought-" " But I have changed, " he told her. " More than you would ever know." " No," she shook her head again. " No, you haven't. All those days, in the library, our talks.. That was all a lie.. It was a trap." She looked up at him, and he felt his chest tighten. He couldn't bear to see her like this. He was fighting with all his might not to wrap his arms around her, wipe her tears away and whisper comforting words into her ear. There was silence, as she took a deep breath. " You really hurt me, Draco," she said. " And, I don't think I could ever forget it," and with that she walked away, leaving Draco there. He stared after her, sadness, and even more pounds of guilt were placed upon his heart. He leaned against the wall, trying to swallow. Hermione.. was gone. All those talks, that friendly smile she had always used to give him.. It was all gone. Because of his pride, and stupidity. He was such a fool! He let out a frustrated yell, and turned around and punched the wall. He stared at his fist, his knuckles red. The pain was starting to wash over his clenched hand, but he could only stare at it. The pain in his hand didn't matter. He didn't care. It was the pain in his heart, and the broken shards and pieces that had been left of it. He hadn't felt anything like this ever in his life; even when Gryffindor had won the house cup, and Potter had caught the snitch before Draco in their first match against each other. This pain was going to be there forever, maybe it would fade, but it would always be there, reminding him of it everytime he took a glance at the pretty girl, or looked into her chocolate eyes. Draco finally got off the wall, and walked back towards the hall. He didn't bother to see the dent he left behind in the wall.. But as he should walk past that spot, and see it, he was sure to be reminded of this day, of the pain.
The day he had finally felt the worse pain a person could ever endure. And the girl who had taught him how to feel.. And soon, as he should realize, how to love.
Disclaimer: I do not own hermione, or Draco, or Harry, and whoever else, they all, as you all know, belong to the genius J.K. Rowling. But, I own do Nickolas Gottery and the plot..
Chapter four: Painful
Draco stared up at the ceiling.. It was quiet. Too quiet. The silence only left him to think about what had happened in the Great Hall.. And Hermione. He hadn't seen her after he had said those cruel words.. But he had seen Potter, yelling, calling her. Then Potter turned to Draco, as if he sensed he was looking in his direction. Potter gave him a cold glare, rage in his eyes. Draco turned over, lying on his side. He couldn't sleep; he was guessing this was his punishment. Well, at least part of it. He couldn't help but feel his heart aching, throbbing as if it were sore. And he thought about the Gryffindor, and he found it hard to swallow. His throat tightened, and he felt so guilty. The guiltiest he had ever felt in his whole entire life. But of course, he had never known guilt before. Because he was a Malfoy; and Malfoy's didn't feel sympathy or guilt, or regret. Their actions were done, orders or for their selfishness. No feelings were ever in them, they just did what they had to do.
But here was Draco Malfoy. Mad at himself, so much guilt in himself he couldn't stand it.
And for what? A Gryffindor muggleborn that he had been taught to hate ever since he could think. Draco shut his eyes, his body still tight and tense. " No, she's more than that," he whispered to himself. " Much more. More than I could ever imagine, or give. Much more than I'd ever see in my life." He took in a deep breath, and tried to let his body relax against the soft cotton sheets. But a pair of brown, deep eyes was burned in his mind. He groaned, and finally sat up. He gave up on trying to get some sleep this night. It was no use. " What have I done?"
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Hermione stared up at the ceiling, the only one still awake in the Girl's Gryffindor dormitories. Her eyes were sore, and they felt like all the moisture had been all dried up. Which, of course, made sense, since she had been crying her eyes out since dinner. But thinking about Draco and his words made her want to cry even more. Her heart was broken beyond any repair, and she could only hope to forget all this in the morning, as if it had never happened. Draco would still be insulting her, and she wouldn't care. She wouldn't care about Draco.
But of course, that was just a whole bunch of nonsense. She couldn't forget that without the help of a potion, or.. She looked over at her wand, which was lying on her dresser. She debated with herself if she could do it.. But she would be breaking school rules, and.. She sighed, frustrated. She was going mad. She looked over at Lavender, who was asleep next to her. She had remembered the concern in Lavender's eyes when she had entered the dormitories. Lavender had tried to comfort her, to reassure her, but of course, nothing worked. Hermione also noticed the faint glint of curiosity and confusion in her eyes as she had been washing her face.. Hermione knew what she had wanted to ask.. Draco Malfoy had called her a mudblood before, why did it just drive her to tears now? What was different? But Lavender didn't ask, she didn't want to make her friend feel any worse.
And, of course, Lavender told Hermione that Harry wanted to talk to her, down in the common room. But Hermione told her that she was too tired, and she really didn't feel like talking about it.
Oh what she would do to avoid talking about it. Luckily, Lavender saw that, and went without any question. Hermione really appreciated Lavender; she was such a good friend. But.. What would she saw if Harry kept persisting to talk about what had happened? What would she say? What could she say? And, oh, she couldn't lie to Harry.. He was one of her best friends.. But she really didn't want to tell them; Harry and Ron. They would just question her, and then get suspicious. And she really didn't need any of that right now. And what about Draco? Oh goodness, he was her partner in potions! What was she going to do? What if he tried to talk to her? She was sure she was just going to break down and cry, tears of anger and sadness. But she swore to herself she wouldn't talk to him, or even acknowledge his presence. She would just act like nothing had happened. Well, she'd be a little more hostile to him.. But it was perfectly reasonable. After all, it wasn't as if he cared for her, let alone liked her. It was all just a game, remember? It was just a trick. A little game called lets- see-how-fast-I-can-make-the-mudblood-cry. She should've known. Draco Malfoy would never change. Never. Because he was a Malfoy, and he was a Slytherin. Nothing mattered to the Malfoys but wealth and power.
But Hermione couldn't help but feel a tiny trace of hope, that he wasn't like his father, or any other Malfoy. She was hoping that she was wrong, and he really did change.. And what had happened was just a mistake.
But who was she kidding?
Who was she really kidding?
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Hermione poked at her food, not very hungry. She felt as if she had very little strength today, and no energy was left in her body. Harry looked over at her, worried. " Are you okay, Hermione?" Hermione was getting a little irritated.. He had been sneaking glances at her throughout breafast, and she pretended she hadn't noticed. But it was really getting hard.. " Yes, I'm fine. I just- I didn't get much sleep last night. Don't worry. I'm great. I'm freaking fantastic." Harry looked at her, his worry still there. " What happened yesterday, Hermione?" Hermione felt her shoulders slouch. She knew he was going to start pestering her about it. " Nothing." " Nothing? We're not dense, Hermione! Why did you run out of the Hall, crying yesterday?" Hermione didn't answer, just poking at her food. Harry grabbed her shoulder, and made her face him. " He's called you a mudblood many times before! Why did you run out crying?!" A few people had looked over, curious. Hermione felt angry, irritated. How dare he ask her this way? Just then his hands softened their grasp, and he let go of her. There was regret in his eyes, and sadness. " I'm sorry, Hermione. I don't.. I don't know what came over me. I just," he sighed. " I just feel like you're not telling us anything." She glared at him. " Well what's there to tell, Harry? And besides, it's not like I have to tell you anything! If I want to keep something to myself, then it's my choice! You have no right, or business trying to force it out of me!" The whole Gryffindor table was now watching them, silent. Just then murmurs and whispers broke out, and she felt like the room was getting hotter and smaller. ha Harry stared at her in shock, and so was Ron, Lavender, and Ginny. " Hermione, I-" " Save it, Harry, " she snapped, and picked up her bag, and strode out of the hall.
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Draco was staring over at the Gryffindor table, trying to catch a glimpse of the pretty girl. And once he saw her, the throbbing of his heart worsened. And he felt like he couldn't breathe. She had bags under her eyes, and she was pale. But nonetheless, Draco thought she was as beautiful as ever. Just then he saw Potter garb her by the shoulders. Draco felt his muscles tighten in alarm. Just then Potter let go of her, and Hermione was glaring at him. Potter talked, then she started yelling. By now almost everyone had turned around and was watching. " Well what's there to tell, Harry? And besides, it's not like I have to tell you anything! If I want to keep something to myself, then that's my choice! You have no right, or business trying to force it out of me!" Draco was shocked; he had never seen her so angry at Potter before, let alone hear her speak to him that way. He had always thought she adored him, and would probably give her life for him. But now he knew that their friendship had flaws, like any other friendships. Just then he saw her get up, and walk out of the hall. Without thinking, Draco stood up, and followed after her.
He ran out of the hall, and he saw that she was walking down the corridor. Draco felt his heart beating loudly, the blood in his ears rushing. He ran to catch up with her. " Hermione!" he called. Suddenly she stopped, and whipped around. She was reminded of her broken heart of the sight. It was Draco Malfoy. But before he could really catch up to her, she turned, walking through another corridor. Draco ran faster, and her footsteps became quicker. Finally, when she was going to run, he grabbed her by the arm, and whipped her around. She glared at him; furious. But looking into the once familiar silver eyes that had haunted her once before, and was still, she felt like crying all over again. Draco looked into her brown eyes, and he saw that they were filled with hurt, apin, and anger. Maybe even a speck of pure hatred. " Hermione, I didn't mean what I said, yesterday," he said. She glared at him, even more. Draco knew that this was not going to be easy. " I don't believe you, Draco." " But-" " This was all a game to you, wasn't it?!" she yelled. She jerked her arm away from his grasp. She continued on, fuming. " It was a little game, to try to be friends with me and then make me cry, humiliate me! I can't believe I was actually-" " No! It wasn't, Hermione! Listen to me!" He grabbed her shoulders, making sure she wouldn't be able to walk away. " It wasn't just a game, or a trick-" " Then why did you say those words, Draco?!" she yelled, and tears were starting to form in her eyes. " Why were you friendly to me, then push me down last night, if it wasn't all just a freaking game?!" Draco couldn't find the right words to say. She jerked away from him. " I knew it, you bastard!" Draco winced. She was hurting him more than she could ever know. " You don't understand!" he yelled. " Well, then, here's your chance. Explain it to me, make me understand!" A tears sled down her cheek, and he felt his heart break at the sight of her crying. He had really hurt her. " I.. I can't," he said. He couldn't tell her why. She would just hate him more. Hermione shook her head, her tears falling. " I can't believe you," she cried. " I thought.. I thought you changed! I can't believe I thought-" " But I have changed, " he told her. " More than you would ever know." " No," she shook her head again. " No, you haven't. All those days, in the library, our talks.. That was all a lie.. It was a trap." She looked up at him, and he felt his chest tighten. He couldn't bear to see her like this. He was fighting with all his might not to wrap his arms around her, wipe her tears away and whisper comforting words into her ear. There was silence, as she took a deep breath. " You really hurt me, Draco," she said. " And, I don't think I could ever forget it," and with that she walked away, leaving Draco there. He stared after her, sadness, and even more pounds of guilt were placed upon his heart. He leaned against the wall, trying to swallow. Hermione.. was gone. All those talks, that friendly smile she had always used to give him.. It was all gone. Because of his pride, and stupidity. He was such a fool! He let out a frustrated yell, and turned around and punched the wall. He stared at his fist, his knuckles red. The pain was starting to wash over his clenched hand, but he could only stare at it. The pain in his hand didn't matter. He didn't care. It was the pain in his heart, and the broken shards and pieces that had been left of it. He hadn't felt anything like this ever in his life; even when Gryffindor had won the house cup, and Potter had caught the snitch before Draco in their first match against each other. This pain was going to be there forever, maybe it would fade, but it would always be there, reminding him of it everytime he took a glance at the pretty girl, or looked into her chocolate eyes. Draco finally got off the wall, and walked back towards the hall. He didn't bother to see the dent he left behind in the wall.. But as he should walk past that spot, and see it, he was sure to be reminded of this day, of the pain.
The day he had finally felt the worse pain a person could ever endure. And the girl who had taught him how to feel.. And soon, as he should realize, how to love.
