Silver Eyes (restless Sleep)

By tearsofher

Disclaimer: don't own hermione or draco or harry.. just the plot, and of course, nickolas gottery. That bad, baaad boy..

Chapter Thirteen: Consequences

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Hermione lay still, Draco holding her hand, as Madame Pomphrey applied some clear remedy to her cheek. Draco looked at her bruise; it was purple, swollen. He could tell Hermione was in pain, the medication seemed like it stung. Draco still couldn't believe.. Potter had hit her. He had hit her. He had caused this damage to Hermione.. Draco felt his anger boil. Hermione was looking down at her feet, her bottom lip quivering, from the stinging sensation on her cheek. She knew it would be gone in about an hour, as Madame Pomphrey had said, and there wouldn't be a faint trace of it. But she still.. It didn't make her any better at all. She still couldn't get over the fact that Harry had hit her.. Of course, she had gotten in the way, and she shouldn't have. But she had to; they were going to kill each other. She felt the remedy on her skin sink in, somehow, as they tried to repair the discoloration and the pain. She started wringing her hand; how was anything going to be the same with her and Harry now? With this happening.. She just didn't know.

Draco let Madame Pomphrey tend to his wounds, muttering words under her breath. But this time Draco wasn't annoyed or irritated; he kept his eyes on Hermione, who was avoiding his eyes. He knew she was in pain, and that this was probably harder on her than on anyone else. He understood, if she was confused, and didn't feel like talking about it. But Draco got the feeling they would have to talk about it, anyway, the fight.. The professor was sure to ask, if he knew correctly. He obviously didn't want to talk about it either; he was furious at Potter, as it was. He had known that Potter had feelings for her.. What he hadn't known was to happen was that ambush in the hall. He hadn't expected Potter to go ballistic, just angry. Really really really angry. Draco tore his eyes away from Hermione, just for a second. He cast a glance over to the opposite side of the Hospital wing.

Harry was sitting on the edge of a hospital bed, staring out into space. His thoughts were all in a frenzy, repeating, in a cycle, and his emotions rushing from his fingers, to the tips of his hair, through his veins. He was angry, sad, but most of all, guilty. He was so so guilty that he was just wishing death to just come and take him right now. He couldn't bear it, he felt like he couldn't live with himself. He had hurt Hermione. In more ways than one. He had hit her. Harry just wanted to scream at himself, bang his head against the wall. Guilt was filling his mouth, tasting fowl and bile, preventing him to swallow or gasp in any air. His lungs felt as if they were to explode, but he endured the pain, still not breathing. He didn't deserve to breathe. He didn't deserve anything.

He didn't deserve Hermione.

He knew it was true, as he hung his head. He had let his jealousy and hate and rage control him, and look at the outcome.. He had lost her. She was never going to speak to him again. She was never going to smile at him, her brown eyes twinkling, shining like the stars in the midnight sky. He was never going to hear her graceful laugh, that melted his heart everytime he heard it. He couldn't take this. It hurt too much, knowing he had struck her, without even knowing until it was already done. He had said those hateful words to her, just because she had fallen in love with someone else other than him. He was a fool. A hateful, disgusting fool. He wasn't ready to let her go. He buried his head in his hands.

But if he wasn't ready now, he was never going to be ready. Harry just didn't know how he could let go of the girl he loved more than anything else.. He wasn't ready to give up. But what was even more painful, was that he was too late. He had waited too long, waited long enough to let another boy capture her heart. Why hadn't he told her? Why had he waited so long? He finally drew in a big gasp of air, as he started coughing again, but he grasped the ends of his hair, feeling those tears coming again. If he had told her, then maybe he would be the one holding her hand.. Telling her everything was going to be fine. But he was too late.

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Harry, Hermione and Draco sat in Professor McGonagall's office, waiting for the woman to come. Hermione was nervous, her hand sweating in Draco's, and he just squeezed her hand. Harry was sitting by the pretty girl, her presence overwhelming, saddening him, making a wave of guilt wash over him. He could almost feel his heart breaking, being crushed under the vast amount of pressure weighing down his heart. Hermione also felt very awkward sitting beside Harry; she was scared, even. Her cheek had gotten better; there was just a faint pink mark. But soon it would be just as before, and there would be no evidence of Harry's blow. But it didn't comfort her; she knew it would always be there, just invisible to everyone else. Every single morning, or night, when she looked in the mirror, and looked at her cheek, she would remember. Remember. Everything. Draco often looked over at her, seeing if she was okay. He just hoped the Professor wasn't going to be too hard on them. He hoped they weren't going to be expelled.. He couldn't bear that. Especially with Hermione here, and.. Nickolas was still running around, free. He couldn't let her be alone; Nickolas could get to her again. And this time, he could do much more damage. So much damage that Draco didn't even want to think about it. He held her hand tighter.

Professor McGonagall sat at her chair, looking over at the three students, each wearing a solemn and nervous expression. She sighed; she was definitely not used to this. Especially Hermione Granger, she hadn't expected her to be in here, or caught in such a dangerous fight.

"Would any of you like to say anything, before I state your consequences?" She asked. None of the students said a word, or even looked up. After a few silent moments, she went on.'

" Do you know how dangerous and serious your foolish fight was? You could've been killed! Or badly hurt, even more badly hurt than any of our medicines or treatments can treat. Do you understand that for the extremely unwise actions you have acted upon, you will have only the reasonable punishment?" The three students nodded. But then, draco spoke.

"Professor, I don't think Hermione should be in here," he said quietly. " All she did was.. Try to block me." Hermione looked at Draco, then at the Professor.

"Yes.. I heard some of the sort," she said, looking at Hermione. " Is it true Ms. Granger?" she asked. Hermione hesitated, before nodding. " Alright then, I have no reason to punish you, but you do understand, Ms. Granger, that that move was foolhardy. And you're lucky to be leaving not badly hurt, for your reckless behavior. Especially," she looked at her, straight in the eye. " For a young woman like you." Hermione nodded. She turned to the two boys.

" As for you tow, Mr.Malfoy, Mr. Potter, be thankful you are not getting expelled." Draco felt a wave of relief wash over him.

" It would be reasonable to ask how the fight was started," she looked at Harry. " But I feel, that it is your own personal business. So I won't, and be thankful for that. Now, you will each be assigned one month's and one week's worth of detention," she said. " Mr. Potter, Professor Hagrid will be assigning your detention. And you, Mr. Malfoy, I will be assigning your detention duties. I shall hope you do not ever follow suit with your wrongful actions, and your detentiosn start next Wednesday. You may leave," she said. Draco stood up, Hermione's hand still in his. They went out first, without a glnce back at Harry. Harry slowly followed, but froze when the Professor spoke again.

" Mr. Potter, to act on such feelings is always tempting, I know. But you must not let it control you; you may end up hurting the person you least want to hurt."

Harry swallowed hard; so she knew. But somehow, he didn't mind, he knew his professor wasn't the kind to go blabbing to other teachers. He nodded, knowing she was right, and went out the door.

Walking down the hallway, Harry thought about her words. They were useless. She had said them too late, and now he couldn't take back any of what he had done, or said.

He walked slowly, lost in his thoughts, and trying to imagine the face of the girl that had always seemed to make him feel better. That the world was alright again, and his life couldn't be any better. But as he saw it in his mind, he felt his heart buckle.

Things would never be the same again. His life, her life. He would always feel the pain whenever he thought of her, remembered her. The pain knowing that he had hurt her, done the thing that was the last thing he wanted to do. He realized that when he had hurt her, he had also hurt himself. More than he could ever imagine.

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aww.. poor harry.. I'll try to update soon.. will hermione confront him, talk to him? What will happen between harry and draco? I'll keep you in suspense..

-tearsofher