Silver Eyes (restless Sleep) By tearsofher

Disclaimer: I only own Nickolas Gottery and the plot.. everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.. Bummer!

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Chapter Five: Being Invisible Hurts

The day seemed long, too long, and rooms seemed as if they were too small, and the air was musty and hot, as if they hadn't bothered to open a window in ages. Hermione was dreading Potions, and in three more minutes, she would have to be heading towards the horrid class. And the horrid boy. Hermione felt her heart sink. Draco. Their encounter in the corridor, was.. She could never forget it. Although, everytime she had tried to play it over, perhaps try to find some hidden message, that it wasn't a trick, it had become even more unclear, and soon.. the words would fade.. Draco said that he had changed.. But had he really? She refused to believe anything that he had uttered, but it was hard; in his eyes, they had really looked like he had meant it. Can someone's eyes lie? Can someone's eyes choose to look as if the person was feeling a certain emotion, when he was truly feeling the exact opposite? He had really looked hurt, when she had aimed her rather cruel words at him. But she couldn't help it. She was angry, furious at him. Then suddenly she heard the professor assigning their homework. Hermione had a faint, weak smile on her face as she quickly wrote down their assignment. Perhaps, like before, her homework would console her.. Maybe, at least for but a moment, that she would be so absorbed in it that she would forget about Draco, and her pain.. If only. Hermione sighed as she put her stuff back in her bag, and walked towards potions. Slowly. She looked over at Harry and Ron, who weren't speaking to her since breakfast. They seemed to be in deep conversation about something, but she was too far away to recognize their words. She sighed; she had deserved this. To be excluded. She shouldn't have gone off on Harry in the Hall, he was only trying to be her friend. But she heard his words, replaying it in her ear. He was right. She hadn't been telling them what was wrong with her, or what had been bothering her. She hadn't been a very good friend. " Great," she muttered to herself. As if she hadn't had enough problems already. But she decided to make up with them later. They had been so good to her, and it was her fault anyway. Everything seemed to be her fault nowadays.

She stopped in front of the Potions classroom. She had a queasy feeling in her stomach, just looking in the class. A couple of students were there, but she couldn't see her table from the doorway. So, taking a deep breath, she walked inside. Her heart stopped for a moment when she saw Draco was there already. Their eyes locked, his eyes pleading at her. But she quickly looked away, and took her seat next to him. She felt uneasy; and she knew she would be for another hour and thirty minutes.

Draco looked at her, her head turned away from him. He still felt those butterflies in his stomach that he really hated, but he also felt a sinking feeling in his heart, to add to the bloody 'thing'. He took this as a chance to look at her, since she was not obviously going to turn around until Snape arrived. He looked at her long, cascading, wavy, deep brown hair, which went past her shoulders. Her creamy white skin was hidden beneath her robes, but he could see her hands. She had small hands, almost looked like porcelain. He felt his heart flutter as he looked at her longingly again. He somehow wished that she would turn around, and that he would get a chance to stare into her eyes again. Even for just a millisecond. The emotion, the deepness in her eyes soothed him. They sent a warm, tingling feeling from his toes to the tips of his hair. It was a feeling that he could not explain. It was unfamiliar, but familiar when he stared into her eyes. Her eyes gave him a feeling that he never wanted to leave him. He felt satisfied, content. And when he was apart from her, he felt lost, jumbled. He had never felt it before, and would've tried to deny it before, but he never wanted to be apart from Hermione Granger. He never wanted to be away from her, to leave their locking gaze that he longed would last forever. He knew this was far more than just an attraction, now. Far more than a measly crush.. But it could mean that he just really, really, really, really, really liked her. Just then, Snape entered the classroom, with the usual miserable and cold look on his face. And Draco told himself he would settle for that, for now. Right now he had to focus on potions. Well, it was more like focusing to keep concentrated on potions and not the pretty girl beside him. Draco mentally sighed. He gave one last look at Hermione, who was looking at Professor Snape. He knew it was going to be awfully hard. Just then, without uttering a word, Snape started writing down ingredients and instructions on the board. Draco saw Hermione's eyebrow rise, and he felt a fluttery feeling in his stomach again. Oh how he adored the girl. " We will be working on the Arisatintain potion, for today's period and tomorrow's," Snape said. He turned around, and peered at the students. " The Arisatintain potion makes the drinker become invisible, for a moment. Although the amount of time depends on how powerful and how precise you make the potion. Although, I doubt any of you can be able to make the invisibility last longer than a minute," he glared at them. " Your partners will be the same, and by the end of tomorrow's class, all of you should be able to test each other's potions," Snape had a malicious sneer across his face. " Now, write down everything on the board, and when you are finished, get your supplies, and get started."
Hermione had finished writing before Draco, so she went to fetch the ingredients. Draco's eyes followed her as she got up from the seat and went over to the supply cabinet. Draco couldn't help but notice that she walked so gracefully.. But he quickly turned back to his work, as she headed back to their table. When Draco was finished, he started slicing the eurasin roots, and ground the rutinberg dust. And after what seemed like ages, Snape finally told them to clean up, and the period was over. Draco watched as Hermione walked hurriedly to the Great hall. He kept his eyes on her until she had finally walked out of his sight. Draco sighed, missing her friendly smile and their talks in the library. He missed being able to talk to her, hear her soft, angelic voice. He missed her.. Her presence around him and the strange feeling that seemed to be happiness when he was around her. He shook his head as he entered the Great Hall. How was he ever going to get her back? What he could do to get her to smile at him again? What did she want him to do? He had already tried apologizing.. And if he tried again, he was sure she still wouldn't listen. Hermione was awfully stubborn, and that angered Draco slightly. But he couldn't blame her. If someone had called him that, or even said it the way he did, he wouldn't forgive that someone either. Draco took a seat next to Crabbe, and tried to take the pretty Gryffindor off his mind.
But like before, it was much harder then he thought. Draco ate slowly, his gaze still on her. She seemed to not be talking to Potter and Weasley, for she was sitting with a Gryffindor girl. Potter and Weasley had sat all the way on the other side. Draco could almost feel himself smirking. At least she was mad at Potter too.. But he frowned when he was reminded that she was madder at him. Just then, Hermione looked up, and looked straight into his silver, stormy eyes.

Hermione felt a breath get caught in her throat, as she looked into those haunting eyes. Her heart was still throbbing, reminding her of the pain that he had brought upon her. But although she wanted to look away very badly, she couldn't tear her eyes away from their gaze. There was determination in his eyes, and it seemed that he was telling her not to look away. Hermione felt like she was under some kind of spell. His eyes bore into hers, making her feel a bit light headed, and her heart was beating wildly, loudly. She felt as if someone was throwing small pebbles down her stomach, bouncing off her insides.. Surely not anyone had ever made her feel this way before. The feeling was intense, unexplainable. Unfamiliar, but she knew it so well when she was trapped in their gaze. And she remembered when she did finally get enough strength to bring her eyes away from him, she felt a sudden sinking feeling in her stomach.. And somehow, sadness.. A despair that was way too complicated and strange to explain.. She didn't even think that there were even words for it.. Hermione was a smart girl, she was. But these feelings that he gave her were too difficult to try to analyze, or decode. It was like some foreign language that nobody spoke, or wrote. But whatever it was, she just wanted it to go away.. Leave her be, so she could forget all this. But something was telling her it wouldn't go away. And that it would be there for quite a while..

Draco felt what seemed like hot water wash over his body, after being out in a blizzard storm for hours. Her eyes.. He couldn't look away, but he didn't want to. He wanted time to freeze, he was wishing it would. That they would be trapped in this gaze forever. Hurt and pain was in her eyes, all the anger that she seemed to have for him had seemed to fade. She was just deeply disappointed in him, and Draco felt like his whole body had gone limp. He remembered this look; from the many years before. Although, it had never affected him this way before. Her gaze was piercing him.. That look of hurt made it seem like his rushing blood had turned into dust. He had to fight the urge to run up to her and kiss her soft lips.. To make it all go away.. Hold her in his embrace, the warmth she brought him spreading, coursing through his veins. He imagined, that was how the warm sunlight felt on the cold winter ground.. The ice melting, the ground being graced by the sun's rays.. The flowers sprouting up to meet and greet the sun again.

If only she knew what she had made him feel, what she had brought unto him. A frenzy of emotions, more than he had ever felt in his life. And if only she knew what her deep brown eyes did to him, and how he could melt at the sound of her soft laughter ringing through his ears.. Surely she would be speechless. Even Draco couldn't able to speak, if anyone had ever told him that. But of course, no one would. But he hoped the Hermione felt the same way, the same feelings, as ridiculous as it was. Of course, he wouldn't have dreamed of it before, but it seemed, everytime he looked into her eyes, there was something else there.. Something hidden, or something she chose to hide. Or maybe it was hidden to her too.. Whatever it was, he was curious to find out what, but not before figuring out what he felt for the pretty girl, also. Draco stared at his half empty plate, eyebrows furrowed. What did he feel for Hermione? He had crossed out 'attraction', and 'crush'.. He had told himself he had just really, really, really, really, really liked her. And of course, that made sense. But he felt that it was much deeper, more stronger than that.. But Draco had to admit, he was scared. He was scared of what he could be feeling for the Gryffindor, if it wasn't just a strong crush. But then he remembered a certain conversation he had with a cousin of his last summer. The talk replayed in his mind.

Draco sat down on the blood red armchair, observing his cousin. Todd had brought a girl, decent lookinh but not beautiful, but had a rather charming smile. But Draco still couldn't see why Todd liked her so much. Todd was staring into the fire, the flames bringing faint light to the dark room. " I see the way you look at her," Draco said to the other boy. Todd looked at Draco, a hint of surprise on his face. But Todd kept silent. " I don't think it's just an attraction, or that you had just paid her to come with you." Todd grinned at the younger boy. " I knew you would notice, you were always a smart and observant one." Draco raised an eyebrow. " Well then? Do you just like her or what?" Todd sighed, running his hand through his also platinum blonde hair. " No, I don't just like her, Draco. It's more than that." Draco raised his eyebrow again. " Can't you see? I'm in love with her." " Is that even possible? Malfoys falling in love?" Draco snorted. Todd just looked at him, a giddy smile on his face. " Everytime she comes near me, my stomach feels.. Like someone had just poured butterflies into it.. And her eyes make me feel like I'm looking at every single beautiful thing in the world. I never want to be away from her, Draco. I'm starting to think I love her." Draco stared at him, silent, as Todd gazed at the fire again. After a minute of silence, Draco spoke. " What's it like Todd? To be in love with a girl, and possibly love her?'' Todd smiled, a real smile. He gazed at the fire once amore before turning to Draco. " It feels strange, weird, nothing I've ever felt before. But it's the greatest feeling in the world, you'll see. Everyone can fall in love. Even you, Draco."

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