Silver Eyes (Restless Sleep)
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: ahh.. do I always have to do this.. okay, then, since it is part of the rules, is it not? Alright.. Don't own hermione or draco, not harry or ron either.. only blasted Nickolas and the plot.. so on with the story..
Chapter Eleven: Breaking Down
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Hermione walked lazily to the Great Hall. Oh, her life was going just fantastic.. Her best friend(s) weren't talking to her, and she was sure everyone else would give her a hard time about her and Draco once everyone found out. It was so hard, and she knew it would get even harder once the news would spread through the school. The Slytherins would be bugging her, throwing an insult every chance they could, maybe even the Gryffindors. And without Harry or Ron. Well, at least she had Draco. Yeah, at least she had Draco. He was all she needed. Right? The Great Hall's doors came into view and she thought about Draco, and how everything was going with him. Had he told anyone? Probably not; she was pretty sure he wasn't that close to anyone in slytherin to let them know. But then, of course, maybe he was. Hermione entered the Great Hall, and she walked towards the Gryffindor table. She noticed that her regular seat be Harry and Ron was taken by Dean, so she searched for another seat at the table. Ron had looked and caught her gaze. His blue eyes told her he was sorry, before Harry nudged him. Hermione looked down, afraid she might let the tears slip out.
She sat down next to Neville, across from Lavender and Ginny. Neville just gave her a sympathetic look, then turned away. Did he know? She shook her head; probably not. Lavender gave her a worried look, as did Ginny.
" What's wrong?" she asked her, putting down her glass. Hermione opened her mouth, then closed it again. She had to tell someone, someone who wouldn't walk away from her and act like she had just betrayed them. Surely Lavender wouldn't do that. Hermione picked at her food.
" I'll tell you later," she said to her, quietly. Lavender nodded, concern in her eyes. Lavender didn't know what was going on with Hermione; at first she barely slept, then she was perfectly fine, and now.. She looked so pale and solemn. Lavender wanted Hermione to just tell her; maybe she could help her. Hermione trusted her, right? Lavender looked over the table to Harry and Ron; Harry was quiet, and he.. He seemed different. He was wearing the same look Hermione was wearing, while Ron just looked at his friend with concern. She looked back at Hermione, and she knew that something had happened between her, Harry and Ron. They had been best friends since first year, and it disturbed her to see them like this. Hermione wasn't sitting with them, like she usually did. Lavender wasn't a genius, but she could definitely tell something was up when it was this obvious.
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Draco looked over at the Gryffindor table again, for about the tenth time since Hermione had come in. She had refused to let her gaze roam over to the Slytherin table, like she usually did. Draco was awfully worried about her; she was awfully pale, she looked like she had barely slept, and her eyes were dull and dark. She looked like a porcelain doll; no emotion, no warmth. He wanted to go over there and tell her to tell him what was wrong, but that would just be unreasonable. He looked over at Potter, remembering what she had told him the day before. Potter had the same look Hermione was wearing, and seemed quiet. Draco guessed Hermione had told them, and Potter didn't seem too happy about it. Draco found himself glaring at the black haired boy. Just then, as if Harry sensed Draco's glare, he looked up, and his eyes fell immediately on Draco. Harry felt anger erupt in him, and he glared knives at him.
Harry hated him, hated him to the depths of hell. His green eyes flashed, as Draco's silver eyes got dark with anger. 'Malfoy didn't deserve Hermione,' he thought. He thought nobody deserved Hermione; she was too good, too perfect. How could she have fallen for a bloody prick like Malfoy? How could she? Didn't she remember all those years, when Malfoy had tormented them, called her fowl names. And Harry stood up for her! Didn't their friend mean something to her? Was she really willing to throw away what they had for all these years, for a bastard like Malfoy?! Harry found his fist clenching, his nails digging into his flesh, gritting his teeth.
He had to get Hermione back, he had to. He couldn't let Malfoy have her, no. Not while he still had a single breath in his body.
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Transfiguration was horrible, and now Potions was going to be even worse, Hermione thought as she made her way to the class. At least, she would be able to be with Draco, that is, if Snape didn't have anymore tricks up his sleeve. Hermione entered the classroom, catching Harry's eye as she passed. She felt it hard to swallow, as his emerald eyes burned into hers, the rage seemed to be clawing at her skin. Harry looked away, immediately, but she could still see his eyes flashing. Hermione thought she was on the verge of tears again, as she sat down at hers and Draco's table. She looked at her hands; they were small, pale. They seemed cold, somehow. She had never felt this pain, as if a rock was being shoved down her throat. Their friendship had never had this problem, never. But couldn't they just see how happy she was with draco? Couldn't they see she felt satisfied, content, when she was with him? Couldn't they just see.. She felt tears well up in her eyes.. If they could just see.. If only Harry would let her be happy, for once. Really really happy, she meant. Sure she was happy with Ron and him, but there were times she felt lonely, especially when she saw those couples at those dances, on muggle TVs. Surely Harry could relate. She was sure anybody could, especially at her age. She had never had what Harry had with Cho, she had never been on a date, never felt those butterflies in her stomach like what she felt when she was with Draco. Never had a first kiss, never had those stolen glances, never felt that warmth spread through her body, fingers, like everytime Draco touched her. She had never had a felt this way about anyone, ever. Couldn't Harry just let her be, just let her be with Draco for just this once. Let her feel what she's been left out of for years, let her be like those girls on muggle TV, who had stars in their eyes and were giddy.
Couldn't they just be happy for her? Just this once?
Just then she heard footsteps, and she looked up, a tear sliding down her cheek. It was Draco. His eyes were on her; his stormy silver eyes boring into hers, filling her with a white light that seemed to heal her soul, mend her broken heart, that pain the world had bestowed upon her. She looked down as he took a seat next to her, and wiped away her slipped tear. She could feel his gaze still on her, and she turned to face him, a sad look on her face, as if she was about to cry. And she couldn't help it; that rock seemed to be stuck in her throat, preventing her to swallow. She felt like she was breaking down, as if someone took a hammer and was hammering down her heart, leaving it in ruins. But she felt, as Draco tilted her chin up to guide her gaze to his, she felt as if even his gaze couldn't even fix her now.
Not caring if there were other students in the room, he caressed her cheek, as another tear slid down. This time he caught it, and wiped it away. Everyone was watching, surprised, shocked. They were too speechless to say anything, a matter of fact. Harry, Lavender, Ron and Neville looked at them; shocked. But Harry felt that anger erupt again; Malfoy couldn't touch her. He didn't deserve to touch her. But at the same time, he felt sadness cloud over him. Harry had never done that; wipe away her tears when she was crying. He had never seen her cry, a fact. He felt a lump form in his throat; when he had caught her gaze, he had never seen her so sad, so broken. So hurt, and even, betrayed. Harry looked away, not wanting to see anymore of the couple. Ron looked at his best friend; there was anger, yes. But now he saw what harry felt behind that haze; hurt, pain. Ron could see it in his eyes; he knew his friend wished that he was the one to be there with Hermione, the one to be wiping away her tears. The one to help her up, when her world had come down on her and left it in ruins. But Ron couldn't find any words to comfort his friend; Harry must've known Hermione was to be taken. Harry should've known another boy would take her heart. Harry should've known, he should've known Hermione wasn't going to sit there forever, waiting for him to confess his true feelings. Harry was too slow, and Ron even thought, his pride got the best of him. Harry should've told her, and maybe, he would be the one with her, holding her. He was sure Harry was feeling regret; along with the sea of mixed emotions he seemed to be swimming in. He couldn't be sure how much it hurt, to see the girl you loved be with someone else. To hear the girl you loved say she was in love with someone else. He could only guess, and even that wasn't close enough.
Lavender stared at the couple; she thought it was so sweet, so rebellious. A gryffindor and a Slytherin. She could help but feel a sincere smile on her face. She saw how Draco looked at her, with such adoring eyes. She had seen him, many times, from across the Gryffindor table. She had the hints, of course, but didn't tell anyone. She was sure more than enough people would be outraged, considering the rivalry against the two houses. But now, even with so little people in the room, everyone would know by lunchtime. She raised her eyebrow; didn't they care that everyone would know? Won't they want to keep it in secret, until they were ready? But then realization dawned in her. They were ready. She knew Draco loved Hermione much more than to care about what his housemates, or his peers thought. And Hermione.. Hermione was having it much harder than Draco. Hemione had her friends, whom she cared about more than life itself. Lavender was sure Hermione was feeling torn, by the two, three, actually. The three people she loved.
Just then Hermione abruptly turned away, leaving Draco in shock. She wiped away her tears, hastily, and gave him a look. Draco felt his heart sink, at the emotion in her eyes; hurt, pain, sadness. Maybe even more hurt and pain than he had caused her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered to him, as more students came in grumbling about a certain professor. He nodded at her.
" Meet me in the library, after dinner," he said to her, but quietly, so that nobody heard. She nodded, put her hand on his and gave it a squeeze. She looked so sad, so broken, Draco gave her a concerned look. She pulled back her hand and turned her attention to Snape, as he walked into the classroom.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: ahh.. do I always have to do this.. okay, then, since it is part of the rules, is it not? Alright.. Don't own hermione or draco, not harry or ron either.. only blasted Nickolas and the plot.. so on with the story..
Chapter Eleven: Breaking Down
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Hermione walked lazily to the Great Hall. Oh, her life was going just fantastic.. Her best friend(s) weren't talking to her, and she was sure everyone else would give her a hard time about her and Draco once everyone found out. It was so hard, and she knew it would get even harder once the news would spread through the school. The Slytherins would be bugging her, throwing an insult every chance they could, maybe even the Gryffindors. And without Harry or Ron. Well, at least she had Draco. Yeah, at least she had Draco. He was all she needed. Right? The Great Hall's doors came into view and she thought about Draco, and how everything was going with him. Had he told anyone? Probably not; she was pretty sure he wasn't that close to anyone in slytherin to let them know. But then, of course, maybe he was. Hermione entered the Great Hall, and she walked towards the Gryffindor table. She noticed that her regular seat be Harry and Ron was taken by Dean, so she searched for another seat at the table. Ron had looked and caught her gaze. His blue eyes told her he was sorry, before Harry nudged him. Hermione looked down, afraid she might let the tears slip out.
She sat down next to Neville, across from Lavender and Ginny. Neville just gave her a sympathetic look, then turned away. Did he know? She shook her head; probably not. Lavender gave her a worried look, as did Ginny.
" What's wrong?" she asked her, putting down her glass. Hermione opened her mouth, then closed it again. She had to tell someone, someone who wouldn't walk away from her and act like she had just betrayed them. Surely Lavender wouldn't do that. Hermione picked at her food.
" I'll tell you later," she said to her, quietly. Lavender nodded, concern in her eyes. Lavender didn't know what was going on with Hermione; at first she barely slept, then she was perfectly fine, and now.. She looked so pale and solemn. Lavender wanted Hermione to just tell her; maybe she could help her. Hermione trusted her, right? Lavender looked over the table to Harry and Ron; Harry was quiet, and he.. He seemed different. He was wearing the same look Hermione was wearing, while Ron just looked at his friend with concern. She looked back at Hermione, and she knew that something had happened between her, Harry and Ron. They had been best friends since first year, and it disturbed her to see them like this. Hermione wasn't sitting with them, like she usually did. Lavender wasn't a genius, but she could definitely tell something was up when it was this obvious.
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Draco looked over at the Gryffindor table again, for about the tenth time since Hermione had come in. She had refused to let her gaze roam over to the Slytherin table, like she usually did. Draco was awfully worried about her; she was awfully pale, she looked like she had barely slept, and her eyes were dull and dark. She looked like a porcelain doll; no emotion, no warmth. He wanted to go over there and tell her to tell him what was wrong, but that would just be unreasonable. He looked over at Potter, remembering what she had told him the day before. Potter had the same look Hermione was wearing, and seemed quiet. Draco guessed Hermione had told them, and Potter didn't seem too happy about it. Draco found himself glaring at the black haired boy. Just then, as if Harry sensed Draco's glare, he looked up, and his eyes fell immediately on Draco. Harry felt anger erupt in him, and he glared knives at him.
Harry hated him, hated him to the depths of hell. His green eyes flashed, as Draco's silver eyes got dark with anger. 'Malfoy didn't deserve Hermione,' he thought. He thought nobody deserved Hermione; she was too good, too perfect. How could she have fallen for a bloody prick like Malfoy? How could she? Didn't she remember all those years, when Malfoy had tormented them, called her fowl names. And Harry stood up for her! Didn't their friend mean something to her? Was she really willing to throw away what they had for all these years, for a bastard like Malfoy?! Harry found his fist clenching, his nails digging into his flesh, gritting his teeth.
He had to get Hermione back, he had to. He couldn't let Malfoy have her, no. Not while he still had a single breath in his body.
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Transfiguration was horrible, and now Potions was going to be even worse, Hermione thought as she made her way to the class. At least, she would be able to be with Draco, that is, if Snape didn't have anymore tricks up his sleeve. Hermione entered the classroom, catching Harry's eye as she passed. She felt it hard to swallow, as his emerald eyes burned into hers, the rage seemed to be clawing at her skin. Harry looked away, immediately, but she could still see his eyes flashing. Hermione thought she was on the verge of tears again, as she sat down at hers and Draco's table. She looked at her hands; they were small, pale. They seemed cold, somehow. She had never felt this pain, as if a rock was being shoved down her throat. Their friendship had never had this problem, never. But couldn't they just see how happy she was with draco? Couldn't they see she felt satisfied, content, when she was with him? Couldn't they just see.. She felt tears well up in her eyes.. If they could just see.. If only Harry would let her be happy, for once. Really really happy, she meant. Sure she was happy with Ron and him, but there were times she felt lonely, especially when she saw those couples at those dances, on muggle TVs. Surely Harry could relate. She was sure anybody could, especially at her age. She had never had what Harry had with Cho, she had never been on a date, never felt those butterflies in her stomach like what she felt when she was with Draco. Never had a first kiss, never had those stolen glances, never felt that warmth spread through her body, fingers, like everytime Draco touched her. She had never had a felt this way about anyone, ever. Couldn't Harry just let her be, just let her be with Draco for just this once. Let her feel what she's been left out of for years, let her be like those girls on muggle TV, who had stars in their eyes and were giddy.
Couldn't they just be happy for her? Just this once?
Just then she heard footsteps, and she looked up, a tear sliding down her cheek. It was Draco. His eyes were on her; his stormy silver eyes boring into hers, filling her with a white light that seemed to heal her soul, mend her broken heart, that pain the world had bestowed upon her. She looked down as he took a seat next to her, and wiped away her slipped tear. She could feel his gaze still on her, and she turned to face him, a sad look on her face, as if she was about to cry. And she couldn't help it; that rock seemed to be stuck in her throat, preventing her to swallow. She felt like she was breaking down, as if someone took a hammer and was hammering down her heart, leaving it in ruins. But she felt, as Draco tilted her chin up to guide her gaze to his, she felt as if even his gaze couldn't even fix her now.
Not caring if there were other students in the room, he caressed her cheek, as another tear slid down. This time he caught it, and wiped it away. Everyone was watching, surprised, shocked. They were too speechless to say anything, a matter of fact. Harry, Lavender, Ron and Neville looked at them; shocked. But Harry felt that anger erupt again; Malfoy couldn't touch her. He didn't deserve to touch her. But at the same time, he felt sadness cloud over him. Harry had never done that; wipe away her tears when she was crying. He had never seen her cry, a fact. He felt a lump form in his throat; when he had caught her gaze, he had never seen her so sad, so broken. So hurt, and even, betrayed. Harry looked away, not wanting to see anymore of the couple. Ron looked at his best friend; there was anger, yes. But now he saw what harry felt behind that haze; hurt, pain. Ron could see it in his eyes; he knew his friend wished that he was the one to be there with Hermione, the one to be wiping away her tears. The one to help her up, when her world had come down on her and left it in ruins. But Ron couldn't find any words to comfort his friend; Harry must've known Hermione was to be taken. Harry should've known another boy would take her heart. Harry should've known, he should've known Hermione wasn't going to sit there forever, waiting for him to confess his true feelings. Harry was too slow, and Ron even thought, his pride got the best of him. Harry should've told her, and maybe, he would be the one with her, holding her. He was sure Harry was feeling regret; along with the sea of mixed emotions he seemed to be swimming in. He couldn't be sure how much it hurt, to see the girl you loved be with someone else. To hear the girl you loved say she was in love with someone else. He could only guess, and even that wasn't close enough.
Lavender stared at the couple; she thought it was so sweet, so rebellious. A gryffindor and a Slytherin. She could help but feel a sincere smile on her face. She saw how Draco looked at her, with such adoring eyes. She had seen him, many times, from across the Gryffindor table. She had the hints, of course, but didn't tell anyone. She was sure more than enough people would be outraged, considering the rivalry against the two houses. But now, even with so little people in the room, everyone would know by lunchtime. She raised her eyebrow; didn't they care that everyone would know? Won't they want to keep it in secret, until they were ready? But then realization dawned in her. They were ready. She knew Draco loved Hermione much more than to care about what his housemates, or his peers thought. And Hermione.. Hermione was having it much harder than Draco. Hemione had her friends, whom she cared about more than life itself. Lavender was sure Hermione was feeling torn, by the two, three, actually. The three people she loved.
Just then Hermione abruptly turned away, leaving Draco in shock. She wiped away her tears, hastily, and gave him a look. Draco felt his heart sink, at the emotion in her eyes; hurt, pain, sadness. Maybe even more hurt and pain than he had caused her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered to him, as more students came in grumbling about a certain professor. He nodded at her.
" Meet me in the library, after dinner," he said to her, but quietly, so that nobody heard. She nodded, put her hand on his and gave it a squeeze. She looked so sad, so broken, Draco gave her a concerned look. She pulled back her hand and turned her attention to Snape, as he walked into the classroom.
