Silver Eyes (restless Sleep)
By: tearsofher
Disclaimer: Once again, don't own hermione or Draco.. Just Nickolas, the bloody annoying boy. Oh, and, can't forget, the plot also.
Chapter Eight: Confession
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Draco had already finished his week and a half's night's detention. He was glad he was already finished; now maybe he could focus on other things. Draco had come back to the hospital wing, two days after he had detention there, but he had come to find the hospital bed empty. It seemed Madame Pomphrey had let her go early; she was now perfectly healthy. Draco stared up at his ceiling again, something that become a daily activity for him. The soft warm sheets snuggled against him, and he felt.. Fine, perfectly fine. Except his heart was still longing for that girl, Hermione Granger. He saw her in hallways, in class, but neither of them spoke to each other. Draco knew why she didn't speak to him; she didn't want to soil his 'reputation', he saw it in her eyes, in her expression. It hurt him, to see that, but it was true. Well, it was. But now it was completely different; he had just realized he was in love with her, and he wasn't going to let some stupid reputation of his- which was, by the way, so bloody old and overrated,- ruin his chances to win her heart. Nothing was going to prevent him now. And Nickolas, that bastard, if he pulled another stunt like that again, Draco swore that there'll be blood to pay for. Nickolas's blood.
But then, a pair of brown eyes plagued his thoughts, as it did every night, and he felt himself relax. Then fall into the sweet lullaby, the picture never leaving his mind until the sun shone through.
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Hermione got up, realizing she had overslept. But she just collapsed back on the bed. Today was the weekend, anyway. She didn't really mind that she had missed breakfast, but it kind of irritated her that the girls hadn't bothered to wake her up. She closed her eyes again, remembering those silver eyes that were the cause of her many restless nights. She had replayed the day at the hospital wing numerous times since he had left, or since she had left the hospital wing. She couldn't get it off her mind that he.. Might have feelings for her. In fact, she kind of caught herself being slightly giddy at that thought, because of course, she was in love with him. Yes, She, Hermione Granger, was in love with Draco Malfoy. She had just figured that out the night Draco had come in. She remembered just sitting up and gazing out the window; the moon was full and it shone brightly, even with the trees covering it. The skies were dark and clear; there was not a cloud in sight. That, besides the beautiful sight, only left Hermione to think about very few things. And of course, the first thing that had popped up was Draco. And what he had said. Listening to his words, replaying it again in her mind, she felt her heart jump. And she even pictured Draco kissing her, his lips on her own, and she realized that she hadn't been breathing anymore. As ridiculous as it was, her little daydreams, she wished that they weren't truly impossible. But the fact that it could happen, scared her. No doubt, Hermione was a very strange girl. But of course, she had never felt this way before, and it threw all her beliefs off. Which wasn't a good thing, mostly, but if she was feeling something as serious and unfamiliar as this, it was best she kept open minded. Whatever that meant.
But Hermione was sure of one thing, at least; she was definitely confused. And of course, can't forget, that she was in love with Draco Malfoy. Even saying it in her mind sounded weird, but she couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat at her words.
She groaned and sat up, looking down at her feet. She had to do something to get her mind off Draco, at least for a little while. Then she knew it; the library. She quickly got off her bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.
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Draco had been looking for a certain brown haired Gryffindor girl as he sat in the Great hall, always scanning the Gryffindor table every minute or so. But soon people pilled out of the Great hall, and he was saddened that she hadn't come to breakfast. It wasn't like her to oversleep, or be late for anything. He longed to see her, her smile. He wondered where she could be; she certainly couldn't still be in bed. Hermione wasn't like that. But then Draco remembered the first time that he had attempted to make friendly conversation with her. He bolted up and ran to the library.
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Hermione walked through the corridor, unaware that she was being watched, and soon, followed. Nickolas's dark eyes trailed the brown haired girl, gleaming evilly. If he couldn't humiliate Malfoy, then he could certainly get to him by getting to his little mudblood. He watched the girl walk into the library, and he stood there for a few minutes, before walking into the library, a wicked smirk on his face. He stood at the door, and closed it, so that anyone passing couldn't see. He would've tried to lock it, but you could only lock it with a spell, and he forgot his blasted wand. Hermione walked out from one of the rows of shelves, staring into her book. Then she froze all of a sudden, as she noticed Nickolas Gottery standing there, with the door closed. She stared at him in horror; her eyes flickered to the closed door behind him. The library doors were to remain open while school hours.. Nickolas.. More horror filled her eyes; what was Nickolas going to do?
He left the door, still smirking evilly, and started towards her. Hermione started feeling her pockets, but she realized she didn't have her school robes on, and her wand was in her robe's pocket. Color drained from her face as she realized she was defenseless.
" Well, what do we have here?" Nickolas said, stopping in front of her. He was close; too close. He was not an inch from her, and she saw the malice in his eyes. She felt a chill run up her spine at his words, drawled slightly. You could just tell from his voice that his mouth was made for evil.
" You know, mudblood, its not safe to be in the library alone, I'm sure you've heard that before haven't you?." Hermione backed away, but he grabbed her arm, his nails digging into her skin. She felt herself wince from the pain.
" Get away from me," she said, struggling, but he tightened his grip, and she could almost feel her the blood seep out from her pale skin. " What are you doing?" she choked out; the pain he was giving her was almost bringing her to tears. He grabbed her other arm, and held her closely to him, so close that she could feel his hot breath on her skin. Nickolas was enjoying this; if only he could kill the girl, to see the look on Malfoy's face. He would remember it for the rest of his life.
" You feel the pain, mudblood?" he tightened his grip on her arms, and she felt tears in her eyes; hr arms felt as if they were on fire, or as if acid was eating away at her skin. Suddenly she felt her knees give way, and she was on the ground, sobbing silently. " I don't know what it is Malfoy sees in you," he spat at her. " But, maybe.. Maybe we can find out, eh?" Hremione sobbed louder, and he grabbed her, pulling her up. She pushed him away, but he was too strong. " Lay still, and this'll be quick and easy," he growled, but Hermione slapped him across the face. He looked back at her, rage in his eyes. He let go of one of her arms, and held it back, as if to slap her across the face. But Hermione kneed him in the groin, as hard as she could, and he fell to the floor. Hermione ran to the doors, as she heard him trying to get back up again. She opened the door, and ran out, in great haste, expecting a chance to escape..
And ran straight into Draco Malfoy.
His eyes widened at the sight of her; her shirt was messy, she had tears in her eyes, and then he saw her arms. Her arms were crimson, tender, and there was blood running down to her forearm. She was sobbing, and she collapsed in his arms. He felt surprised, but he held her, tightly. He was angry; someone must have down this to her. But who? He was eager to ask her, but he just let her lay in his arms for a while. Draco, though, as angry as he was, couldn't help but notice how good it felt to have her in his arms. He felt his heart beating loudly; pounding like drums in his ears, and his stomach felt like someone was blowing bubbles into it. He held her even more tightly, closing his eyes, her warmth running, spreading through him as well. Finally she became silent, and he let her go as she pulled back. Her eyes were red, puffy, her face tear-streaked, but she still managed to look like the most beautiful girl in the world to Draco. He raised his hand, and wiped away her tears with his thumb, caressing her cheek. Hermione felt as if her insides were melting; in a good way. Draco had concern in his eyes, and she knew she would see anger erupt in them when she told him..
" Who did this to you?" he asked, almost in a whisper. His voice was full of concern, and somehow, she got the feeling, love..
Hermione just stared into his eyes, not sure if she wanted to tell him or not; she didn't want to get him in trouble, and she just wanted to forget about it all.. It was just some horrible nightmare..
" I-I just want to forget about it," she whispered, turning away. " No, tell me, Hermione. You have to tell me," he pleaded at her. Hermione felt another tear roll down her cheek, and Draco rose up his hand again. He stroked her cheek softly, as if she was fragile. " please, Hermione," he whispered. Hermione swallowed, and let the words from her mouth. Her voice had hurt, pain in it. The memory was still fresh, too fresh. She couldn't help but look away from Draco when she uttered his name.
" Nickolas," she whispered, barely audible. Hermione saw Draco's eyes flash with anger, and his mouth was pressed into a thin, firm line. He lowered his hands to his sides, she could see he was shaking slightly. But as he rose his gaze up to hers, she saw a different emotion fill his eyes, just faintly overshadowing his rage. He looked down at her arms, blood was running down them, and he could almost see bruises forming through her pallid flesh.
" Let's get you to the infirmary," he said softly. Hermione nodded, and they walked there. Their walk was silent, both too lost in their thoughts, not knowing what to say. Finally, Hermione spoke as the infirmary doors came into view.
" Draco, please don't do anything rash," she said softly, looking down. Draco looked at her; she looked solemn and pale. Almost as pale as when she drank the potion in Snape's class. Draco couldn't believe what she was asking, but somehow he knew that he should've known. Nickolas had tried to hurt her, even try to kill her, and here she was, asking Draco not to do anything rash. Hermione was a really good person, but Draco couldn't understand her sometimes. Any other girl would've asked Draco to kill him (which, Draco would gladly do for Hermione), but Draco mentally slapped himself. Hermione wasn't like any other girl. She was different.
" Draco?" he heard her soft voice. She was looking into his eyes, her eyes still having the effect on him as it did before. Draco nodded, silent; he knew he would do anything Hermione asked him to, even if that meant not killing Nickolas Gottery. They entered the hospital wing.
Madame Pomphrey applied some clear gel looking medicine to her cuts, and gave her a potion for the bruises. She didn't ask questions, although, but she gave them both a suspicious look as she went back into her office, leaving Draco and Hermione alone. Draco stared at Hermione, still marveling at her beauty, not knowing how he would react if she ever did fall in love with him, also. Indeed, he would be the happiest man in the world; but was that really possible? Hermione Granger, the beautiful creature that she was, falling in love with cold hearted Draco Malfoy? Somewhere deep in his heart the answer was yes, and he could only pray it was right. She had given him hints, sure, by their gazes, but Draco didn't go by hints or clues. He had to hear it straight from her mouth. Hermione stared at her arms, a sad look on her face. Then finally, she looked up, looking into Draco's eyes immediately. That seemed to happen a lot, lately.
" Thank you, Draco," she said softly. Draco noticed she never seemed to speak loudly when she was sad, or when something was on her mind. He found it quite sexy, actually. It was just another one of those things that he adored about her.
" I'm sorry, about before, " she said, and Draco nodded. " I understand, don't worry. There's nothing for you to apologize for." Hermione smiled at him, weakly, and Draco felt his heart skip a beat. She looked even more beautiful when she smiled, and she wasn't even smiling fully. But her smile vanished as she started biting her lip, obviously deep in thought about something. Draco stepped closer to her, so that they were only about a foot away. Suddenly she looked up, he eyes filled with curiosity, and that thick haze that Draco could never be able to see through.
" Why did you do this, for me, Draco?" she asked. " Why did you get into that fight with Nickolas?" Draco stayed silent, and her eyes pleaded at him, melting his insides. " Please tell me," she said. "I've stayed up, night after night, thinking about nothing else." Draco looked at her, his eyes were cloudy, but somehow, clearer than ever. After about a minute of silence, Hermione felt her eyes welling up. He wasn't going to tell her. So, deciding she should leave, she stood up and was about to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm, gently. He turned her towards him, his gaze boring into hers.
" Because I adore you," he whispered. Hermione's breath was caught in her throat. " I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world, compared to anybody. Anybody at all. I can't stop thinking about you, and I've been losing sleep every night, because you've plagued my thoughts. You look at me like I'm different, like I'm not heartless and cold. And I can't stand that. I always want to be near you, and can't stand it when you won't talk to me, or look at me. It pains me too much to know I've hurt you, and you know more than anybody that that's not normal. I want to be with you, Hermione," he said, his silver eyes flickered, searching her brown eyes. Hermione wasn't even breathing anymore. She was shocked at his words, too shocked to speak, to shocked ton do anything but to look into his eyes. His eyes told her he meant it, more than anything in the world. Suddenly that cloudy look in his eyes suddenly disappeared. And that's when she knew; she knew his answer.
" I'm in love with you," he said breathlessly. He searched her eyes, searching for anything negative but he found none. So then, he leaned down and kissed her, his soft lips molding into hers. Hermione felt as if every nerve in her body was exploding, in a frenzy, like bombs, fireworks going off. But that was nothing compared to what Draco felt. Draco felt like his heart was in his ears, still pounding too loudly. Draco felt sparks, flashes and flares going off, in every single part of his lean body. Hermione started melting into the kiss, and he held her closer, deepening it. He kissed her passionately, trying to show her how he felt about her. Hermione groaned against his lips, as she parted her mouth and Draco's tongue entered, searching for hers fervently. She felt like her world had faded; this had to be a dream. It just had to. It was too good to be real, but Hermione prayed that it wasn't. This was real, this was real. Draco was really in love with her, he was. And if this wasn't a dream, then she didn't want it to end; not ever. She would be trapped in her fantasy dreamland forever. With Draco, kissing her. Her hands rose to the nape of his neck, running her hands through his hair. Draco felt his heart still pounding more and more loudly.. He was kissing her.. And she was kissing him back.. This had to be real, he prayed it was. Finally, they broke off the kiss, slowly. He had his arms wrapped around her waist, her hands entwined on the nape of his neck. She was so close to him she felt his minty breath on her skin, his body warmth spreading to her own body. His arms were wrapped around her so protectively, she felt safe. She never wanted to out of his warm embrace. Draco closed his eyes; still not convinced that this was real. There was no way Hermione was here with him, his arms around her, their lips once against each other's. Draco leaned his forehead against hers; each not saying a word, just focusing on this moment. Their moment. He inhaled her scent that had had driven him mad, and she stayed silent, as if frozen. Finally, she spoke.
" Please tell me this is not a dream," she whispered to herself, but Draco heard, and he held her closer, pressing his body against hers. He knew he would have a hard time letting her go from his arms. If only time would freeze; it would be perfect. He could spend his whole entire life with her, his arms around her. And, if this was a dream, he didn't know how he could be able to live with himself. He knew he just couldn't.
" This is not a dream," he whispered to himself, but also to Hermione. Hermione's eyes fluttered open, and Draco opened his eyes, staring into those eyes that had haunted him once too many times before.
"Draco.." she said, looking at him. His hair was messy, his face was flushed, and his lips were swollen and red, from their kiss. But nonetheless, he still managed to be the most handsome boy she had ever seen, even in her dreams. She felt her heart flutter when he rose his hand and caressed her cheek, his soft fingers against her smooth skin.
" I've dreamt about this girl," he said, staring into her eyes. " Brown wavy hair, more beautiful than anything I've ever seen, or ever could imagine, but I've never seen her face. I don't know who she is, at least I didn't. But the thing is, I've always known who she was, but I just never.. Wanted to believe it, or thought it could be possible. But I now know who the girl is, Hermione. She's you." Hermione felt her eyes well up again. " You've kept me awake all those nights, kept me distracted, not being able to focus on anything else but you. And, when you weren't speaking to me-" he paused. " That's when I realized how much I needed you, how much I needed you to be here with me, beside me. I need to be with you, Hermione," he whispered, almost unaudible. But Hermione heard; there was nothing Draco could say that she couldn't hear now.
" Oh, Draco," she said, and she fell into his arms again. Draco wrapped his arms around her more tightly; still not believing he was here with Hermione Granger, the girl he had fallen for. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of her body spread through his, and that tingling warm feeling, like the sun shining on a frosted ground, flood from his fingertips to the tips of his hair. Just then she pulled back, and he took his hand and tipped her chin up. He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling, no words could show how happy he was, and how in love he was with this brown haired, beautiful girl.
Then he covered his mouth with hers, feeling those sparks and explosions once again. He knew that once this day was over and he had to go back to his prefect room, he would still be wide-awake, grinning like maniac, the taste of her still on his lips. And still wondering how a girl as beautiful and smart as her, would ever fall for a boy like him, Draco Malfoy.
Then he would drift away, those brown eyes and Hermione's beautiful smile forever burned in his mind. Until the sun shone through his curtains, and morning greeted him, friendlier than usual.
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Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! That had to be one of the sweetest chapters I've ever written! Hope you all enjoyed, and yay! Hermione and Draco finally kissed!! I can almost hear the heavens singing! Haha.. okay, I'll try to update soon, and I want to thank all the reviewers who reviewed my story. Its you guys who keep me going! And, I want to thank my cousin Joanne, who is also a Hermione/Draco shipper. Joanne, you're so sweet! This chapter was dedicated for you!
-tearsofher
By: tearsofher
Disclaimer: Once again, don't own hermione or Draco.. Just Nickolas, the bloody annoying boy. Oh, and, can't forget, the plot also.
Chapter Eight: Confession
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Draco had already finished his week and a half's night's detention. He was glad he was already finished; now maybe he could focus on other things. Draco had come back to the hospital wing, two days after he had detention there, but he had come to find the hospital bed empty. It seemed Madame Pomphrey had let her go early; she was now perfectly healthy. Draco stared up at his ceiling again, something that become a daily activity for him. The soft warm sheets snuggled against him, and he felt.. Fine, perfectly fine. Except his heart was still longing for that girl, Hermione Granger. He saw her in hallways, in class, but neither of them spoke to each other. Draco knew why she didn't speak to him; she didn't want to soil his 'reputation', he saw it in her eyes, in her expression. It hurt him, to see that, but it was true. Well, it was. But now it was completely different; he had just realized he was in love with her, and he wasn't going to let some stupid reputation of his- which was, by the way, so bloody old and overrated,- ruin his chances to win her heart. Nothing was going to prevent him now. And Nickolas, that bastard, if he pulled another stunt like that again, Draco swore that there'll be blood to pay for. Nickolas's blood.
But then, a pair of brown eyes plagued his thoughts, as it did every night, and he felt himself relax. Then fall into the sweet lullaby, the picture never leaving his mind until the sun shone through.
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Hermione got up, realizing she had overslept. But she just collapsed back on the bed. Today was the weekend, anyway. She didn't really mind that she had missed breakfast, but it kind of irritated her that the girls hadn't bothered to wake her up. She closed her eyes again, remembering those silver eyes that were the cause of her many restless nights. She had replayed the day at the hospital wing numerous times since he had left, or since she had left the hospital wing. She couldn't get it off her mind that he.. Might have feelings for her. In fact, she kind of caught herself being slightly giddy at that thought, because of course, she was in love with him. Yes, She, Hermione Granger, was in love with Draco Malfoy. She had just figured that out the night Draco had come in. She remembered just sitting up and gazing out the window; the moon was full and it shone brightly, even with the trees covering it. The skies were dark and clear; there was not a cloud in sight. That, besides the beautiful sight, only left Hermione to think about very few things. And of course, the first thing that had popped up was Draco. And what he had said. Listening to his words, replaying it again in her mind, she felt her heart jump. And she even pictured Draco kissing her, his lips on her own, and she realized that she hadn't been breathing anymore. As ridiculous as it was, her little daydreams, she wished that they weren't truly impossible. But the fact that it could happen, scared her. No doubt, Hermione was a very strange girl. But of course, she had never felt this way before, and it threw all her beliefs off. Which wasn't a good thing, mostly, but if she was feeling something as serious and unfamiliar as this, it was best she kept open minded. Whatever that meant.
But Hermione was sure of one thing, at least; she was definitely confused. And of course, can't forget, that she was in love with Draco Malfoy. Even saying it in her mind sounded weird, but she couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat at her words.
She groaned and sat up, looking down at her feet. She had to do something to get her mind off Draco, at least for a little while. Then she knew it; the library. She quickly got off her bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.
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Draco had been looking for a certain brown haired Gryffindor girl as he sat in the Great hall, always scanning the Gryffindor table every minute or so. But soon people pilled out of the Great hall, and he was saddened that she hadn't come to breakfast. It wasn't like her to oversleep, or be late for anything. He longed to see her, her smile. He wondered where she could be; she certainly couldn't still be in bed. Hermione wasn't like that. But then Draco remembered the first time that he had attempted to make friendly conversation with her. He bolted up and ran to the library.
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Hermione walked through the corridor, unaware that she was being watched, and soon, followed. Nickolas's dark eyes trailed the brown haired girl, gleaming evilly. If he couldn't humiliate Malfoy, then he could certainly get to him by getting to his little mudblood. He watched the girl walk into the library, and he stood there for a few minutes, before walking into the library, a wicked smirk on his face. He stood at the door, and closed it, so that anyone passing couldn't see. He would've tried to lock it, but you could only lock it with a spell, and he forgot his blasted wand. Hermione walked out from one of the rows of shelves, staring into her book. Then she froze all of a sudden, as she noticed Nickolas Gottery standing there, with the door closed. She stared at him in horror; her eyes flickered to the closed door behind him. The library doors were to remain open while school hours.. Nickolas.. More horror filled her eyes; what was Nickolas going to do?
He left the door, still smirking evilly, and started towards her. Hermione started feeling her pockets, but she realized she didn't have her school robes on, and her wand was in her robe's pocket. Color drained from her face as she realized she was defenseless.
" Well, what do we have here?" Nickolas said, stopping in front of her. He was close; too close. He was not an inch from her, and she saw the malice in his eyes. She felt a chill run up her spine at his words, drawled slightly. You could just tell from his voice that his mouth was made for evil.
" You know, mudblood, its not safe to be in the library alone, I'm sure you've heard that before haven't you?." Hermione backed away, but he grabbed her arm, his nails digging into her skin. She felt herself wince from the pain.
" Get away from me," she said, struggling, but he tightened his grip, and she could almost feel her the blood seep out from her pale skin. " What are you doing?" she choked out; the pain he was giving her was almost bringing her to tears. He grabbed her other arm, and held her closely to him, so close that she could feel his hot breath on her skin. Nickolas was enjoying this; if only he could kill the girl, to see the look on Malfoy's face. He would remember it for the rest of his life.
" You feel the pain, mudblood?" he tightened his grip on her arms, and she felt tears in her eyes; hr arms felt as if they were on fire, or as if acid was eating away at her skin. Suddenly she felt her knees give way, and she was on the ground, sobbing silently. " I don't know what it is Malfoy sees in you," he spat at her. " But, maybe.. Maybe we can find out, eh?" Hremione sobbed louder, and he grabbed her, pulling her up. She pushed him away, but he was too strong. " Lay still, and this'll be quick and easy," he growled, but Hermione slapped him across the face. He looked back at her, rage in his eyes. He let go of one of her arms, and held it back, as if to slap her across the face. But Hermione kneed him in the groin, as hard as she could, and he fell to the floor. Hermione ran to the doors, as she heard him trying to get back up again. She opened the door, and ran out, in great haste, expecting a chance to escape..
And ran straight into Draco Malfoy.
His eyes widened at the sight of her; her shirt was messy, she had tears in her eyes, and then he saw her arms. Her arms were crimson, tender, and there was blood running down to her forearm. She was sobbing, and she collapsed in his arms. He felt surprised, but he held her, tightly. He was angry; someone must have down this to her. But who? He was eager to ask her, but he just let her lay in his arms for a while. Draco, though, as angry as he was, couldn't help but notice how good it felt to have her in his arms. He felt his heart beating loudly; pounding like drums in his ears, and his stomach felt like someone was blowing bubbles into it. He held her even more tightly, closing his eyes, her warmth running, spreading through him as well. Finally she became silent, and he let her go as she pulled back. Her eyes were red, puffy, her face tear-streaked, but she still managed to look like the most beautiful girl in the world to Draco. He raised his hand, and wiped away her tears with his thumb, caressing her cheek. Hermione felt as if her insides were melting; in a good way. Draco had concern in his eyes, and she knew she would see anger erupt in them when she told him..
" Who did this to you?" he asked, almost in a whisper. His voice was full of concern, and somehow, she got the feeling, love..
Hermione just stared into his eyes, not sure if she wanted to tell him or not; she didn't want to get him in trouble, and she just wanted to forget about it all.. It was just some horrible nightmare..
" I-I just want to forget about it," she whispered, turning away. " No, tell me, Hermione. You have to tell me," he pleaded at her. Hermione felt another tear roll down her cheek, and Draco rose up his hand again. He stroked her cheek softly, as if she was fragile. " please, Hermione," he whispered. Hermione swallowed, and let the words from her mouth. Her voice had hurt, pain in it. The memory was still fresh, too fresh. She couldn't help but look away from Draco when she uttered his name.
" Nickolas," she whispered, barely audible. Hermione saw Draco's eyes flash with anger, and his mouth was pressed into a thin, firm line. He lowered his hands to his sides, she could see he was shaking slightly. But as he rose his gaze up to hers, she saw a different emotion fill his eyes, just faintly overshadowing his rage. He looked down at her arms, blood was running down them, and he could almost see bruises forming through her pallid flesh.
" Let's get you to the infirmary," he said softly. Hermione nodded, and they walked there. Their walk was silent, both too lost in their thoughts, not knowing what to say. Finally, Hermione spoke as the infirmary doors came into view.
" Draco, please don't do anything rash," she said softly, looking down. Draco looked at her; she looked solemn and pale. Almost as pale as when she drank the potion in Snape's class. Draco couldn't believe what she was asking, but somehow he knew that he should've known. Nickolas had tried to hurt her, even try to kill her, and here she was, asking Draco not to do anything rash. Hermione was a really good person, but Draco couldn't understand her sometimes. Any other girl would've asked Draco to kill him (which, Draco would gladly do for Hermione), but Draco mentally slapped himself. Hermione wasn't like any other girl. She was different.
" Draco?" he heard her soft voice. She was looking into his eyes, her eyes still having the effect on him as it did before. Draco nodded, silent; he knew he would do anything Hermione asked him to, even if that meant not killing Nickolas Gottery. They entered the hospital wing.
Madame Pomphrey applied some clear gel looking medicine to her cuts, and gave her a potion for the bruises. She didn't ask questions, although, but she gave them both a suspicious look as she went back into her office, leaving Draco and Hermione alone. Draco stared at Hermione, still marveling at her beauty, not knowing how he would react if she ever did fall in love with him, also. Indeed, he would be the happiest man in the world; but was that really possible? Hermione Granger, the beautiful creature that she was, falling in love with cold hearted Draco Malfoy? Somewhere deep in his heart the answer was yes, and he could only pray it was right. She had given him hints, sure, by their gazes, but Draco didn't go by hints or clues. He had to hear it straight from her mouth. Hermione stared at her arms, a sad look on her face. Then finally, she looked up, looking into Draco's eyes immediately. That seemed to happen a lot, lately.
" Thank you, Draco," she said softly. Draco noticed she never seemed to speak loudly when she was sad, or when something was on her mind. He found it quite sexy, actually. It was just another one of those things that he adored about her.
" I'm sorry, about before, " she said, and Draco nodded. " I understand, don't worry. There's nothing for you to apologize for." Hermione smiled at him, weakly, and Draco felt his heart skip a beat. She looked even more beautiful when she smiled, and she wasn't even smiling fully. But her smile vanished as she started biting her lip, obviously deep in thought about something. Draco stepped closer to her, so that they were only about a foot away. Suddenly she looked up, he eyes filled with curiosity, and that thick haze that Draco could never be able to see through.
" Why did you do this, for me, Draco?" she asked. " Why did you get into that fight with Nickolas?" Draco stayed silent, and her eyes pleaded at him, melting his insides. " Please tell me," she said. "I've stayed up, night after night, thinking about nothing else." Draco looked at her, his eyes were cloudy, but somehow, clearer than ever. After about a minute of silence, Hermione felt her eyes welling up. He wasn't going to tell her. So, deciding she should leave, she stood up and was about to walk past him, but he grabbed her arm, gently. He turned her towards him, his gaze boring into hers.
" Because I adore you," he whispered. Hermione's breath was caught in her throat. " I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world, compared to anybody. Anybody at all. I can't stop thinking about you, and I've been losing sleep every night, because you've plagued my thoughts. You look at me like I'm different, like I'm not heartless and cold. And I can't stand that. I always want to be near you, and can't stand it when you won't talk to me, or look at me. It pains me too much to know I've hurt you, and you know more than anybody that that's not normal. I want to be with you, Hermione," he said, his silver eyes flickered, searching her brown eyes. Hermione wasn't even breathing anymore. She was shocked at his words, too shocked to speak, to shocked ton do anything but to look into his eyes. His eyes told her he meant it, more than anything in the world. Suddenly that cloudy look in his eyes suddenly disappeared. And that's when she knew; she knew his answer.
" I'm in love with you," he said breathlessly. He searched her eyes, searching for anything negative but he found none. So then, he leaned down and kissed her, his soft lips molding into hers. Hermione felt as if every nerve in her body was exploding, in a frenzy, like bombs, fireworks going off. But that was nothing compared to what Draco felt. Draco felt like his heart was in his ears, still pounding too loudly. Draco felt sparks, flashes and flares going off, in every single part of his lean body. Hermione started melting into the kiss, and he held her closer, deepening it. He kissed her passionately, trying to show her how he felt about her. Hermione groaned against his lips, as she parted her mouth and Draco's tongue entered, searching for hers fervently. She felt like her world had faded; this had to be a dream. It just had to. It was too good to be real, but Hermione prayed that it wasn't. This was real, this was real. Draco was really in love with her, he was. And if this wasn't a dream, then she didn't want it to end; not ever. She would be trapped in her fantasy dreamland forever. With Draco, kissing her. Her hands rose to the nape of his neck, running her hands through his hair. Draco felt his heart still pounding more and more loudly.. He was kissing her.. And she was kissing him back.. This had to be real, he prayed it was. Finally, they broke off the kiss, slowly. He had his arms wrapped around her waist, her hands entwined on the nape of his neck. She was so close to him she felt his minty breath on her skin, his body warmth spreading to her own body. His arms were wrapped around her so protectively, she felt safe. She never wanted to out of his warm embrace. Draco closed his eyes; still not convinced that this was real. There was no way Hermione was here with him, his arms around her, their lips once against each other's. Draco leaned his forehead against hers; each not saying a word, just focusing on this moment. Their moment. He inhaled her scent that had had driven him mad, and she stayed silent, as if frozen. Finally, she spoke.
" Please tell me this is not a dream," she whispered to herself, but Draco heard, and he held her closer, pressing his body against hers. He knew he would have a hard time letting her go from his arms. If only time would freeze; it would be perfect. He could spend his whole entire life with her, his arms around her. And, if this was a dream, he didn't know how he could be able to live with himself. He knew he just couldn't.
" This is not a dream," he whispered to himself, but also to Hermione. Hermione's eyes fluttered open, and Draco opened his eyes, staring into those eyes that had haunted him once too many times before.
"Draco.." she said, looking at him. His hair was messy, his face was flushed, and his lips were swollen and red, from their kiss. But nonetheless, he still managed to be the most handsome boy she had ever seen, even in her dreams. She felt her heart flutter when he rose his hand and caressed her cheek, his soft fingers against her smooth skin.
" I've dreamt about this girl," he said, staring into her eyes. " Brown wavy hair, more beautiful than anything I've ever seen, or ever could imagine, but I've never seen her face. I don't know who she is, at least I didn't. But the thing is, I've always known who she was, but I just never.. Wanted to believe it, or thought it could be possible. But I now know who the girl is, Hermione. She's you." Hermione felt her eyes well up again. " You've kept me awake all those nights, kept me distracted, not being able to focus on anything else but you. And, when you weren't speaking to me-" he paused. " That's when I realized how much I needed you, how much I needed you to be here with me, beside me. I need to be with you, Hermione," he whispered, almost unaudible. But Hermione heard; there was nothing Draco could say that she couldn't hear now.
" Oh, Draco," she said, and she fell into his arms again. Draco wrapped his arms around her more tightly; still not believing he was here with Hermione Granger, the girl he had fallen for. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of her body spread through his, and that tingling warm feeling, like the sun shining on a frosted ground, flood from his fingertips to the tips of his hair. Just then she pulled back, and he took his hand and tipped her chin up. He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling, no words could show how happy he was, and how in love he was with this brown haired, beautiful girl.
Then he covered his mouth with hers, feeling those sparks and explosions once again. He knew that once this day was over and he had to go back to his prefect room, he would still be wide-awake, grinning like maniac, the taste of her still on his lips. And still wondering how a girl as beautiful and smart as her, would ever fall for a boy like him, Draco Malfoy.
Then he would drift away, those brown eyes and Hermione's beautiful smile forever burned in his mind. Until the sun shone through his curtains, and morning greeted him, friendlier than usual.
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Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! That had to be one of the sweetest chapters I've ever written! Hope you all enjoyed, and yay! Hermione and Draco finally kissed!! I can almost hear the heavens singing! Haha.. okay, I'll try to update soon, and I want to thank all the reviewers who reviewed my story. Its you guys who keep me going! And, I want to thank my cousin Joanne, who is also a Hermione/Draco shipper. Joanne, you're so sweet! This chapter was dedicated for you!
-tearsofher
