Silver Eyes (restless sleep)
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: hermione..no.. Draco.. no.. Darn it! I don't own any of them!! Haha.. but theres still Nickolas.. (frown.) go away, nickolas! But on the bright side, I own the plot, too. But that's just about it. Nickolas-that prick, and the plot.
Chapter Ten: The Confession and the Reactions
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Hermione felt really nervous at dinner; it was hard getting the food down her throat. She couldn't help but glance nervously at Harry and Ron, but both seemed to not notice her odd behavior. She said she'd tell them tonight, but yet, every single minute that passed, it seemed harder and harder to do.. She didn't want to see the betrayal she would see in Harry's eyes, or the shock and anger in Ron's. She could almost hear the silence that would fill the room right after she would have confessed, each of them staring at her, refusing to believe. But was it really that hard to believe? What was so big that they couldn't bear her being with Draco? They didn't even have to speak to him, for goodness sakes! Actually, them not speaking to each other was probably a good thing.. That would delay the bloodshed and war to happen later. But hey, at least it was delayed. Finally deciding she couldn't eat anymore, she put down her silverware and just stared down at her plate. She didn't want to look up and see Draco's silver eyes; that encouraged her, yes, but the moment his gaze parted from hers, she would feel the whole crashing and sinking feeling again. So she avoided looking up; she had to get through tonight. At least through dinner. But then Harry noticed Hermione staring down, sadness and nervousness in her gaze. He leaned towards her, so that only she could hear him.
" Are you alright, Hermione?" he asked, looking at her, watching very closely. He knew she wasn't telling them anything still, but he somehow got the feeling that he didn't want to. Something told him that when he did find out, he wouldn't like it one bit. Hermione looked up at him, trying to smile, but it never showed. Worry creased her eyebrows, and Harry couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking, feeling. She looked scared, even.
" I'm fine, Harry," she said, but there wasn't that useful reassurance that he had always heard in her voice. Or that twinkle in her eyes that comforted him; knowing she was confident and she was being honest. Harry had known Hermione for way too long and way too well to believe her. He looked at her, concern in his emerald eyes.
" You can tell us, Hermione," he whispered to her, and she just looked at him, her brown eyes almost melting his insides. She looked sad, solemn. But she didn't speak, and Harry, realizing she wasn't going to tell him, turned away, hurt and pained.
" That's what I'm afraid of," she whispered to herself. She really didn't want to hurt Harry, or Ron. She loved them both very very much, and they had always been there for her. But she really didn't know if there even was a way to tell them without hurting them, or making them angry towards her, or Draco. She wished they could all just get along, not even get along, just on decent terms, or to the case where they ignored each other. That would be much better.
But, if she didn't tell them, she would be risking their friendship, and perhaps, Draco's life.
But if she did tell them, she was still risking their friendship, and maybe perhaps, Draco's life also.
So either way, she would lose something. And that was what she was afraid of. Something good had suddenly happened to her; why did life have to punish her for it?
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She had told Harry and Ron she wanted to speak to them in the common room when everyone was asleep, which was, right about now. Twelve fifteen AM. She sat down in one of the crimson armchairs, wringing her hands, nervous but seeping with determination. She had to dot his tonight; she would never be able to rest if she didn't. Suddenly she heard quiet footsteps coming down the stairs, and she turned around. She saw Harry and Ron, approaching her. She tried to swallow that lump in her throat, but it was as if all the moisture in her mouth had dried out. They stood in front of her; curiosity and worry glimmering in their eyes.
" Sit down," she croaked, and stood up. " I think I'm the one who should be standing up." Harry and Ron nodded slowly, as they sat next to each other, facing Hermione.
" So, whats up, Hermione?" Ron asked slowly, quietly. Hermione looked at both of them, so nervous it was mind racking. Finally, she took a deep breath, and gathered up all her courage to speak.
" Its about.. Dra-Malfoy." Harry looked at her, catching her mistake. She quickly turned to Ron, who didn't seem to hear it. " What about the little creep? He hasn't done anything to you, has he? If he has, I swear- "
"No! Ron!" she whispered. She calmed down. " He hasn't done anything at all, nothing at all. In fact, it's something I've done, not him. Well, except return the same affection towards me," she said carefully. Harry looked at her, not quite sure where this was going, but he was scared at where he thought it was going to go. He felt his hands clenching into fists. " What, what are you going on about, Hermione?" Ron asked, suspicious.
" I-I," she stammered. " I'm in love with Draco Malfoy." Ron rose, mouth open.
" What?!" he said, shocked and disbelief in his eyes. Harry looked at her; he had felt like she had literally taken a knife and stabbed him in the heart. Suddenly, he felt his anger boil, and his green eyes flashed.
" When were you going to tell us, Hermione?" Harry asked, enraged. " When you eloped and got married?!"
" I- We, just found out yesterday!" she said to her friends.
" He's got to have tricked you, put a spell on you or some sort. I'll kill him, the bloody-"
" No! Ron!" she yelled, frustrated. " I'm in love with him, and he's in love with me," she said, calmly, not wanting to cause anymore shouts. Harry looked at her, anger darkening his once lively emerald eyes.
" I don't believe you," he said, his voice hard and strained. Hermione looked at him, pleading. " It's true," she whispered. " I know you hate him, and I understand, I do. I really do. But, I can't let that affect what we feel for each other."
" No, I don't think you understand, Hermione!" Harry yelled. " Don't you remember? All those years of tormenting us, calling you a mudblood.. He wished that Tom Riddle would kill you when the chamber of Secrets was open!"
Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes. " I know, Harry, but he's changed! He really has!"
" No! You don't know!-" "Calm down, mate," Ron put a hand on his shoulder. But Harry jerked away. " Don't tell me to calm down, Ron!" Hermione felt her tears slide down her cheeks. She knew they were going to act like this.. She knew this would hurt them.
Harry turned to Hermione, green eyes flashing. " Just how the hell did you fall in love with a boy like Malfoy, huh, Hermione?! Tell me what's so 'special' about the little bastard!!" At his words, Hermione rose her hand and slapped him, still crying. But there was anger in the mixture of emotions now. There was silence, as Ron was gaping at her, and Harry's eyes weren't visible because of the shadow. But then Harry turned to her, a red handprint on his face. She saw anger in his face, pain and hurt in his eyes.
"I- I'm sorry, Harry," she sobbed. But Harry didn't listen to her, as he just stormed past her and up to the boys dormitories. Hermione lay there, sobbing, Ron staring at the boy's dormitories door, shocked. Had he known this was to happen, he wouldn't have come down to meet her at all. The red haired boy turned his gaze to Hermione, her crumpled form on the floor, sobs coming from her petite body. He felt his features soften, as he knelt down and put his arms around her. He hadn't seen her like this before; so destroyed, so sad. Of course, he wanted to be angry with her, and he was, somewhere deep inside. But he couldn't be angry with her now; she needed him. She needed somebody, and Harry.. Was out of her reach. He knew Harry meant a lot to her; he noticed how close they had gotten, much closer than himself and Hermione were. But also, he noticed that look in Harry's eyes when she was around, or how his voice became somehow.. Softer, more caring when she was involved. Harry had never told Ron, of course, if he had any feelings for the young girl, but Ron might as well as known. So he understood why Harry had taken it much worse, more stronger than Ron had, or the old Harry would have. Especially to a guy like Malfoy, man.. Harry must be bloody angry. Ron stroked her hair, as he thought about what Hermione saw in Malfoy, especially Malfoy. Ron knew Hermione was a good person, probably a better person than anyone else at Hogwarts, but he just couldn't understand her sometimes. How could she something good in Malfoy, let alone let herself fall in love with him? And she had said malfoy was in love with her too, was that even possible? Maybe it was a trick to get back at Harry; the thought infuriated him. But he had to admit, if that was really his plan, it worked. It worked bloody well.
Suddenly he realized that Hermione was silent. He pulled back, and he saw her tear streaked face. She looked tired, sad.. There were so many emotions in her eyes that he couldn't even recognize them all. " You'd better get to bed, Hermione," he said to her, softly. She nodded, staying silent. But as she got up, she gave him a hug.
"Thanks Ron," she said to him, and then pulled away to go to the dormitories. Ron stood there in the empty, dark room for a while. He was staring out into the shadows, wondering how this had happened. Wondering what hermione saw in Malfoy, wondering how she had fallen in love with a creep like him. Wondering how Harry was feeling, how bad his heart was throbbing. But most of all, wondering what he had gotten himself into, and if their friendship would be mended soon. But as he made his way up the stairs to the boy's dormitories, he realized he couldn't answer that question; he honestly didn't know. But he prayed that a few months from now, everything would be the same again. Things didn't even have to exactly the same; just that they were all talking. But he really wasn't sure, as much as he tried reassuring himself that everything will be just fine. Just fine.
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Ahh.. didn't like that chapter.. but, does harry really have feelings for hermione? Do we have a love triangle here? Heeheehee.. I love love triangles.. I'm starting a new fanfic, wonderwall, and, surprise surprise, it's a love triangle! But don't worry, I'm not abandoning this fic, it just might take me longer to update.. so do not worry..
-tearsofher
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: hermione..no.. Draco.. no.. Darn it! I don't own any of them!! Haha.. but theres still Nickolas.. (frown.) go away, nickolas! But on the bright side, I own the plot, too. But that's just about it. Nickolas-that prick, and the plot.
Chapter Ten: The Confession and the Reactions
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Hermione felt really nervous at dinner; it was hard getting the food down her throat. She couldn't help but glance nervously at Harry and Ron, but both seemed to not notice her odd behavior. She said she'd tell them tonight, but yet, every single minute that passed, it seemed harder and harder to do.. She didn't want to see the betrayal she would see in Harry's eyes, or the shock and anger in Ron's. She could almost hear the silence that would fill the room right after she would have confessed, each of them staring at her, refusing to believe. But was it really that hard to believe? What was so big that they couldn't bear her being with Draco? They didn't even have to speak to him, for goodness sakes! Actually, them not speaking to each other was probably a good thing.. That would delay the bloodshed and war to happen later. But hey, at least it was delayed. Finally deciding she couldn't eat anymore, she put down her silverware and just stared down at her plate. She didn't want to look up and see Draco's silver eyes; that encouraged her, yes, but the moment his gaze parted from hers, she would feel the whole crashing and sinking feeling again. So she avoided looking up; she had to get through tonight. At least through dinner. But then Harry noticed Hermione staring down, sadness and nervousness in her gaze. He leaned towards her, so that only she could hear him.
" Are you alright, Hermione?" he asked, looking at her, watching very closely. He knew she wasn't telling them anything still, but he somehow got the feeling that he didn't want to. Something told him that when he did find out, he wouldn't like it one bit. Hermione looked up at him, trying to smile, but it never showed. Worry creased her eyebrows, and Harry couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking, feeling. She looked scared, even.
" I'm fine, Harry," she said, but there wasn't that useful reassurance that he had always heard in her voice. Or that twinkle in her eyes that comforted him; knowing she was confident and she was being honest. Harry had known Hermione for way too long and way too well to believe her. He looked at her, concern in his emerald eyes.
" You can tell us, Hermione," he whispered to her, and she just looked at him, her brown eyes almost melting his insides. She looked sad, solemn. But she didn't speak, and Harry, realizing she wasn't going to tell him, turned away, hurt and pained.
" That's what I'm afraid of," she whispered to herself. She really didn't want to hurt Harry, or Ron. She loved them both very very much, and they had always been there for her. But she really didn't know if there even was a way to tell them without hurting them, or making them angry towards her, or Draco. She wished they could all just get along, not even get along, just on decent terms, or to the case where they ignored each other. That would be much better.
But, if she didn't tell them, she would be risking their friendship, and perhaps, Draco's life.
But if she did tell them, she was still risking their friendship, and maybe perhaps, Draco's life also.
So either way, she would lose something. And that was what she was afraid of. Something good had suddenly happened to her; why did life have to punish her for it?
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She had told Harry and Ron she wanted to speak to them in the common room when everyone was asleep, which was, right about now. Twelve fifteen AM. She sat down in one of the crimson armchairs, wringing her hands, nervous but seeping with determination. She had to dot his tonight; she would never be able to rest if she didn't. Suddenly she heard quiet footsteps coming down the stairs, and she turned around. She saw Harry and Ron, approaching her. She tried to swallow that lump in her throat, but it was as if all the moisture in her mouth had dried out. They stood in front of her; curiosity and worry glimmering in their eyes.
" Sit down," she croaked, and stood up. " I think I'm the one who should be standing up." Harry and Ron nodded slowly, as they sat next to each other, facing Hermione.
" So, whats up, Hermione?" Ron asked slowly, quietly. Hermione looked at both of them, so nervous it was mind racking. Finally, she took a deep breath, and gathered up all her courage to speak.
" Its about.. Dra-Malfoy." Harry looked at her, catching her mistake. She quickly turned to Ron, who didn't seem to hear it. " What about the little creep? He hasn't done anything to you, has he? If he has, I swear- "
"No! Ron!" she whispered. She calmed down. " He hasn't done anything at all, nothing at all. In fact, it's something I've done, not him. Well, except return the same affection towards me," she said carefully. Harry looked at her, not quite sure where this was going, but he was scared at where he thought it was going to go. He felt his hands clenching into fists. " What, what are you going on about, Hermione?" Ron asked, suspicious.
" I-I," she stammered. " I'm in love with Draco Malfoy." Ron rose, mouth open.
" What?!" he said, shocked and disbelief in his eyes. Harry looked at her; he had felt like she had literally taken a knife and stabbed him in the heart. Suddenly, he felt his anger boil, and his green eyes flashed.
" When were you going to tell us, Hermione?" Harry asked, enraged. " When you eloped and got married?!"
" I- We, just found out yesterday!" she said to her friends.
" He's got to have tricked you, put a spell on you or some sort. I'll kill him, the bloody-"
" No! Ron!" she yelled, frustrated. " I'm in love with him, and he's in love with me," she said, calmly, not wanting to cause anymore shouts. Harry looked at her, anger darkening his once lively emerald eyes.
" I don't believe you," he said, his voice hard and strained. Hermione looked at him, pleading. " It's true," she whispered. " I know you hate him, and I understand, I do. I really do. But, I can't let that affect what we feel for each other."
" No, I don't think you understand, Hermione!" Harry yelled. " Don't you remember? All those years of tormenting us, calling you a mudblood.. He wished that Tom Riddle would kill you when the chamber of Secrets was open!"
Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes. " I know, Harry, but he's changed! He really has!"
" No! You don't know!-" "Calm down, mate," Ron put a hand on his shoulder. But Harry jerked away. " Don't tell me to calm down, Ron!" Hermione felt her tears slide down her cheeks. She knew they were going to act like this.. She knew this would hurt them.
Harry turned to Hermione, green eyes flashing. " Just how the hell did you fall in love with a boy like Malfoy, huh, Hermione?! Tell me what's so 'special' about the little bastard!!" At his words, Hermione rose her hand and slapped him, still crying. But there was anger in the mixture of emotions now. There was silence, as Ron was gaping at her, and Harry's eyes weren't visible because of the shadow. But then Harry turned to her, a red handprint on his face. She saw anger in his face, pain and hurt in his eyes.
"I- I'm sorry, Harry," she sobbed. But Harry didn't listen to her, as he just stormed past her and up to the boys dormitories. Hermione lay there, sobbing, Ron staring at the boy's dormitories door, shocked. Had he known this was to happen, he wouldn't have come down to meet her at all. The red haired boy turned his gaze to Hermione, her crumpled form on the floor, sobs coming from her petite body. He felt his features soften, as he knelt down and put his arms around her. He hadn't seen her like this before; so destroyed, so sad. Of course, he wanted to be angry with her, and he was, somewhere deep inside. But he couldn't be angry with her now; she needed him. She needed somebody, and Harry.. Was out of her reach. He knew Harry meant a lot to her; he noticed how close they had gotten, much closer than himself and Hermione were. But also, he noticed that look in Harry's eyes when she was around, or how his voice became somehow.. Softer, more caring when she was involved. Harry had never told Ron, of course, if he had any feelings for the young girl, but Ron might as well as known. So he understood why Harry had taken it much worse, more stronger than Ron had, or the old Harry would have. Especially to a guy like Malfoy, man.. Harry must be bloody angry. Ron stroked her hair, as he thought about what Hermione saw in Malfoy, especially Malfoy. Ron knew Hermione was a good person, probably a better person than anyone else at Hogwarts, but he just couldn't understand her sometimes. How could she something good in Malfoy, let alone let herself fall in love with him? And she had said malfoy was in love with her too, was that even possible? Maybe it was a trick to get back at Harry; the thought infuriated him. But he had to admit, if that was really his plan, it worked. It worked bloody well.
Suddenly he realized that Hermione was silent. He pulled back, and he saw her tear streaked face. She looked tired, sad.. There were so many emotions in her eyes that he couldn't even recognize them all. " You'd better get to bed, Hermione," he said to her, softly. She nodded, staying silent. But as she got up, she gave him a hug.
"Thanks Ron," she said to him, and then pulled away to go to the dormitories. Ron stood there in the empty, dark room for a while. He was staring out into the shadows, wondering how this had happened. Wondering what hermione saw in Malfoy, wondering how she had fallen in love with a creep like him. Wondering how Harry was feeling, how bad his heart was throbbing. But most of all, wondering what he had gotten himself into, and if their friendship would be mended soon. But as he made his way up the stairs to the boy's dormitories, he realized he couldn't answer that question; he honestly didn't know. But he prayed that a few months from now, everything would be the same again. Things didn't even have to exactly the same; just that they were all talking. But he really wasn't sure, as much as he tried reassuring himself that everything will be just fine. Just fine.
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Ahh.. didn't like that chapter.. but, does harry really have feelings for hermione? Do we have a love triangle here? Heeheehee.. I love love triangles.. I'm starting a new fanfic, wonderwall, and, surprise surprise, it's a love triangle! But don't worry, I'm not abandoning this fic, it just might take me longer to update.. so do not worry..
-tearsofher
