Silver Eyes (Restless Sleep)

By tearsofher

Disclaimer: don't own characters, only nickolas and the plot.. on with the story!!

Chapter Twelve: Trouble

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Lavender was right. The whole Great Hall was buzzing with the news of the couple.. Most were confused, some refused to believe it.. Some were ecstatic, some were angry. The Slytherins were angry; Draco was ruining their reputation. No Slytherin, no matter how rich or cruel, should ever fall in love with a mudblood. Draco Malfoy was no exception. Nickolas was sitting at the Slytherin table, smirking like a madman. This was the start of the once popular and feared Slytherin's fall. He just didn't know it; Malfoy didn't know that the mudblood was ruining him. Surely the Slytherins would give him trouble; they wouldn't back down. They might even do something to the mudblood.. Nickolas smirked. Draco Malfoy was their king. At least he used to be. They wouldn't let some filthy mudblood drag him down, soften him, soil his best robes. If anything, the Slytherins were persistent, and Nickolas wouldn't be surprised if the mudblood was crying by the end of the week. If Malfoy was the same fearless, stuck up prick that he was years ago, he would only be playing the girl. He would make her fall in love with him, play along for a while, then break her heart and dump her along the filthy sidestreets.. Where she belonged.

Hermione walked into the Great Hall, and everyone turned to stare at her. She looked around, uneasy and nervous. She should've known, after what Draco had done in Potions. Not that she blamed him, it was just that.. Well, it slipped her mind, all she could do was think about Harry and Ron.. And how.. Unhappy she seemed to be. How unhappy she was. It hadn't even been more than 24 hours, and she was already starting to miss them. She felt as if something was missing, as if someone had just stolen it from her. She started walking towards the Gryffindor table, and she was relieved to see that Lavender had saved her a seat. She heard whispers and murmurs.. And she had to fight the urge not to just turn and run to the dormitories. The whispers seemed to be getting louder, in her ears, and she tried to block it all out. She wanted to close her eyes, take a deep breath, and reassure herself that she would be okay, everything was going to be okay. She wasn't weak; she would stand, against whatever anyone said about her, and Draco.

"Mudblood!" A loud voice rang through her ears, shattering all her focus, all her reassurance and courage. She froze, and she felt that same stone being shoved down her throat again. 'Breathe, breathe,' she told herself. But she found it was hard to, she could even swallow. She couldn't even look up, meet anyone's gaze, couldn't even move. She knew if she did, it would only make her feel worse. Finally she looked up, and saw that everyone was back to their own business, but some were still watching her, from the corner of their eye. She felt thousands of pairs of eyes on her, trying to break through her, trying to break her down, trying to look through her. She took a deep breath, and started walking again. She felt their eyes follow her, as she walked slowly to where Lavender had saved her a seat. Finally, she made it, and sat down. She looked at her plate, food suddenly appeared. Her stomach was growling, but she didn't want to eat. She didn't want to do anything. She just wanted to go to the dormitories, and cry. Alone, all she wanted to be was alone. She would talk to Draco later, but she just wanted to be alone now. She felt a slight pressure on her shoulder, and she looked up; Lavender was smiling apologetically at her. Hermione knew Lavender cared about her; she was probably the only friend she had left, besides Draco.

"Don't mind them, Hermione," she said to Hermione. Hermione tried to smile, but failed. She found there was nothing to smile about, not now, anyway. Hermione just nodded, and then turned away. She felt her eyes well up, but she willed herself not to cry. She wasn't going to cry. No, she wasn't. Not in front of everyone; she would just be telling them that they had gotten to her. And that they were one more step towards winning; breaking her down. She ate, but barely. She was hungry, and her stomach was growling for more food. But she had no motivation, how could one will themselves to do anything when they felt.. Nothing? No reason to, and even one reason, it didn't seem good enough. She wasn't good enough. Maybe that was it.. They didn't want her to be with Draco because.. She wasn't good enough. But then, she wasn't good enough for anyone.

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Draco got out of the classroom; Snape had news about his father. Draco pretended to care, but just barely. He didn't care if his father rotted to death in there; he probably better off that way. Just a pile of decayed waste. Draco shook his head, muttering. In about five minutes lunch would be over; Snape could really blab on and on about something when it concerned one of his 'Slytherin' students. Especially Draco. Draco neared the Great Hall, when he heard footsteps behind him. It was coming at a rapid speed. Draco whirled around, and there was Potter, glaring at him. Draco gave him a look, then started walking again. But then Harry grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around. Draco jerked away from him, and glared knives at him. He wasn't in the mood for this. He needed to catch Hermione before she left the Great Hall.

"What could you possibly want at this time of day, Potter?" he snapped. Harry stepped closer, his green eyes flashing.

"I want you to stay away from Hermione," he snarled. Draco stared at him, incrediously.

"Well, Potter, I never thought you'd ask!" he said sarcastically. He turned to walk away, but Harry ran in front of him and blocked him. Draco was getting awfully annoyed and irritated. Who did Potter think he was?

"I'm warning you, Malfoy. Stay away from her," he said lowly.

Draco glared at him. " Well, that's kind of hard, isn't it Potter? Considering she's my girlfriend!" he snapped. He tried to step through him, but Harry blocked him once again. " Get out of my way, Potter!" He yelled, his silver eyes now stormy, like the clouds before a terrible storm.

"No, I won't. You don't deserve her!" he suddenly yelled.

" And what, you do?!" Draco yelled, furious. Just who the hell did Potter think he was to tell him he didn't deserve her?! Just then Harry grabbed the front of his robes and pushed him against the wall. " How'd you do it?" Harry snarled.

"Do what," Draco growled. He wasn't so happy about Harry getting his dirty hands on his robes.

" You pay her to be your whore, Malfoy?"

"You son of a-" Draco punched Harry, hard. Harry stumbled back, but Draco lunged at him again. He was furious; he wanted to kill him. Harry punched Draco in the gut, and Draco keeled forward, but then he pushed Harry, and Harry backed into the wall. Draco came at Harry again, and kneed him in the stomach. Harry groaned; he was in pain. But there was no way he was going to let Malfoy win. Never. Just then the Great Hall's doors opened, and students piled out. But the fighting boys were shouting, grunting, and the people hurried over. A great crowd gathered around them, cheering them on. Draco couldn't hear or see them; he was blinded by his rage. Harry was also oblivious to the crowd, also.

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Neville ran to the Gryffindor table, where Hermione and Lavender was sitting. Hermione looked up at Neville; he was panting, hard, gasping in air.

" Hermione!" he managed to say. " You've got to see this!" he said.

"What is it, Neville?" she asked, worry in her eyes.

"It's.. Harry, Malfoy.. Fight.." That was he needed to say. Hermione bolted up, finding an astounding amount of energy in her that wasn't there before. She ran out the hall, and through the crowd. She was breathing hard, and everything seemed to be in slow motion.. She had to push against everyone, to get through. Finally she stumbled to the front, and she couldn't breathe. Harry and Draco were fighting, with their fists. Each were bloodied up; their robes were ripped off, their collared shirts stained with blood.

"Oh my God," she whispered to herself. Her heart was beating furiously, hard. She tried to breathe, but it came out in ragged breaths. She wanted to run, run to Draco, and tell them to stop. But she couldn't move. She couldn't move an inch.

"You don't deserve her!" Harry yelled, tackling Draco. Draco pushed him back, making him stumble to the floor.

"You're just mad because you were too late!" Just then Harry lunged at him, grabbing his tie, and punched him. Draco staggered back, and he saw swirls and he felt like everything was moving too fast. His vision wasn't repairing fast enough, as Harry ran towards him, his fist aiming.

Hermione couldn't stand it anymore. She had to do something. "Draco!" she cried out, and ran towards him. But, she didn't realize, as she shielded Draco, Harry's fist struck her, on the face. She screamed, and fell to the floor. Everyone gasped, and was silent. Draco's vision finally constructed itself, and he saw.. He stared at her in horror. Hermione was on the floor, her hand to her cheek. Harry was gaping, as if terrified, realizing what he had just done. Hermioen lay on the cold floor, her hand to her burning cheek. It felt like acid was pouring down on it, eating away at her skin. She felt hot tears well up in her eyes; the pain was unbearable. And Harry and Draco.. It was just too much. Draco immediately fell by her side, holding her, no matter how much his body ached, and the intense pounding in his head. He felt her body shaking violently, as there was silence. Draco held her tightly; finally, he looked up at Harry. Harry was as pale as a ghost, terrified at what he had done. Draco glared at him, feeling his hate and anger cut through his veins, through his body, it seeped deeper, and deeper. How much draco wanted to go over there and kill him right about now.

" Potter, you fool," he whispered to him, harshly. But his voice quivered, as if scared, for the woman in his arms.

Harry winced, as he felt what seemed like spears raining down on him. What had he done? He looked at Hermione, her crumpled body, sobbing in Draco's arms. He felt tears well up in his eyes; what had he done? What had he freaking done? He had hurt her, he had struck her on the face. He was so blind, so angry, that he hadn't seen her run to Malfoy, and shield him. He felt his heart buckling, cracking, underneath his sadness, his anger, his hate. His love for her, his regrets. Finally he let a tear slip; Harry couldn't believe he was crying. But he couldn't help it; he had just hurt the girl he loved more than anything. Emotionally and physically. How he hated himself.

There were more footsteps, and then there was a gasp. A cloaked, tall elderly woman came through the crowd, looking at Harry, then Draco and Hermione, who were on the floor. She saw the blood trickling down their faces, and the expressions on their faces.

"Potter, Malfoy, Ms. Ganger, the three of you go to the infirmary, right this second, " she said sternly. Harry nodded, solemnly, and went, alone. Draco stood up, Hermione still in his arms. The professor saw that the girl was sobbing, and it seemed as if a bruise was forming on her face. Minerva gasped; she had gotten struck? But they were silent, as they saw the figures disappear down the corridor. Snape barked at the students, to go back to their dormitories, and that they'll be called if they needed them.

Minerva stared after the three students; what had happened? She had never seen anything like this, not even from Potter and Malfoy. Never. What had triggered this sudden thing? And what about Ms. Granger, what had happened with her? She knew it was of a personal business, but she felt, it would be better to know to figure out what was the cause of the fight. Or maybe.. Maybe she didn't need to. The three of them were involved, for sure. Surely it would be better to just punish the three, instead of trying to dig through their personal business?

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Ahhh!! Bad bad bad harry!! You guys must hate him, don't you.. (smirks evilly).. don't worry, things will get better.. hopefully.. I'll try to update soon.

-tearsofher