Silver Eyes (restless sleep)

By tearsofher

Disclaimer: once again.. don't own harry, hermione or draco.. just lovely Nickolas Gottery, and course, the plot.

Chapter Fourteen: Just for a Moment let's Forget

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Hermione woke up the next day, still tired and weary. But she couldn't go back to sleep; thoughts invaded her mind, not giving her the avail to fall into that sweet slumber. She looked at the clock and saw that it was still a few hours until the rest of them woke. She lay still, staring up at the dark ceiling. Yesterday's events were still the buzz around the school, and the memory was still too fresh in her mind, but at the same time, blurry. It was odd, everytime she had tried to envision it, it seemed to be getting more and more unreal. As unreal as a mere memory of a dream. But she knew it was true. Maybe her mind was just acting on what she wanted; she had wished, hard and long, that it wasn't real. But even here, in the wizarding world, wishing had no effect. It was just as useless as it was in the muggle world. Finally, deciding she couldn't stay in the room, just thinking about yesterday, she got up off the bed.

Hermione walked slowly down the corridor, trying to make as little noise as possible. She doubted that anyone was awake yet, but she didn't want to find out for sure. Her hair was still wet, and she smelled like fragrant lavender; she had taken time to take a long bath. But she reached the library doors, and crept in.

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Draco sat at a desk, far in the back of the library. It was crowded and covered by the tall bookshelves of the library, so no one could really see him unless they really wanted to find him. He had woken up; unable to fall back to sleep. So he had come to the library, although he didn't know why. Maybe he was hoping to find Hermione, and just be with her, without the whispers and mumbles of the other students. But he had been here almost for an hour, and there was not a single sound that entered the library. But he just sat there, maybe hoping she'd still come. Which was actually quite ridiculous since she couldn't have known he was at the library, waiting for her. But then he saw a figure lurking about the shelves. He tensed up. Maybe it was her.

Hermione went through the shelves, scanning the books, not even sure what she was looking for. But being here, in the library, always gave her some solace. She stopped, midway through a shelf, and looked to the open area. She had remembered.. When Draco had first uttered his friendly words to her.. This caused Hermione to smile. Rare since yesterday. Then she remembered their private meetings here, where she would come in, then he would come in. She remembered his smiling face when he saw her, it broke free when he was just trying to smirk at her. She remembered him always cracking his rude and sarcastic jokes, but they somehow made her laugh. And when she did, Draco would watch her, laughing along. She looked back at the row of books, and slid her finger along their smooth edges.. Those were.. Fine memories. They made her smile, no matter what she was going through, feeling. She appreciated them. She walked to the edge of the bookshelf, and noticed there was a figure sitting down at the secluded table in the back. She walked closer, trying to see who it was. 'Who else could be here at this time of day?' she asked herself. But then she felt a familiar pair of silver eyes on her, and she knew who it was immediately. She had seen a glance of his silky platinum hair, and she was sure it was Draco. She walked closer, and finally, she appeared to the person. It was Draco.

Draco felt his heart flutter when he saw her. So she had come. Her wavy hair was damp, making it seem darker. Her flawless face was still the same as it was before; there was no single trace of Potter's blow. But her eyes were still the same warm, welcoming and deep eyes he would recognize anywhere. He saw her smile, as she came towards him, and he had a faint smile on his face too. He had really wanted to see her; the sight of her, her presence near him was soothing.

" I didn't think anyone would be here this early," she smiled, when she stopped in front of Draco.

" Me neither," he smiled. " Couldn't sleep?" She shook her head, " No." Just then he stood, giving into his urge. He laid his hand on her chin and leaned in. He kissed her; whole, passionate and deep. Hermione parted her lips, and Draco's tongue entered. His tongue danced with hers, and they continued, as he brought his arms around her waist and brought her closer, deepening the kiss. Hermione was mesmerized by the kiss, and felt like her world was going in swirls; she couldn't see anyone or anything else but Draco. She brought up her hands and wrapped them around the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. Draco could smell the faint but powerful trace of lavender on her skin, and he felt his heart almost melt. He brought up one hand and tangled it into her hair, running it through her tresses. Draco let one of his hands trail up, tracing her spine, then letting it slowly come down again. Hermione was amazed at how soft his lips felt, despite all those cruel words that he had said to her in the past. A cruel person's mouth would be hard and scratchy.. But Draco's lips were soft, moist and.. Heavenly. Hermione groaned against his lips as he brought her even closer, every single part of his body pressed up against hers, his warmth spreading through her. She could feel his toned muscles against her small frame, and it made her feel even warmer. Draco moved forward, her still in his arms, and soon, her back was pressed firmly against the sides of the books. He kissed her more furiously, his hands now at her sides, trailing up then down again, making her shirt slightly ride up.

Hermione felt like she was in a daze, remembering this was how Draco affected him everytime he kissed her. The moment his lips crushed against hers, all she could do was think about him. About the softness of his lips, the sweet taste of his mouth, how silky his hair felt when she ran her hands through them, the scent of him. She had no control of her mind, her body, her actions. She couldn't even think straight; all her thoughts were in a rush, running one way or the other, moving too fast for her to read.

Draco pressed against her even more, his hands roaming. Suddenly he slid his hands inside her shirt, feeling her smooth skin, and he could feel her mouth part even more, gasping. He had never felt this way about a girl before. He had never had this passion, this uncontrollable urge to taste a girl, to feel a girl. Until he met Hermione. She was everything he needed; everything he could possibly ever want. She was smart, beautiful, polite, kind hearted and brave.. Not to mention she tasted so good.

Hermione didn't know how much time had gone by, or if time was going by at all. She was so hypnotized by his kisses, by the feel of his gentle fingers on her bare skin, that she couldn't even possibly care. His touches sent a warm feeling surging through her body, and she couldn't help but want him to press a little bit closer to her. Hermione hadn't kissed any boy before, of course. Not like this. But she was sure draco was one of the best kissers of the wizarding world. He kissed her like.. He really needed her, wanted her. It was intense and passionate, his tongue massaged hers. Just then he trailed his moist lips, addicting kisses down from her mouth, to her neck. Hermione groaned lowly as he sucked on her skin. She felt his moist warm tongue lick her, as if trying to taste her, but then draco's mouth covered it before she could even try to realize what feeling it sent through her. Just then Draco's mouth went down. She felt his hot, sweet trail his mouth left behind on her skin, as he began kissing her collarbone. Hermione felt her knees go weak, but Draco's hands held her firmly. He was obviously very skilled at this. Minutes flew by, and now Draco caught her mouth again. Hermione felt as if a fire had been lit inside her, that had been burned out for such a long time.

Just then they heard the library door open and close, footsteps coming. Draco and Hermione froze, and stared at each other. Each were very flushed, lips swollen from their intense kisses. They both looked towards Madame Pince's desk, and they saw a cloaked woman walk towards it and sit down. Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and led her away from the view of the woman. Hermione followed, until they were in the last shelf that was near the door. Draco looked out, and the woman was in the back room, getting something. Draco quickly but quietly ran out the library doors, with Hermione behind him. They didn't stop running until they were in the next corridor over. They rested against the wall, panting but laughing. Just then Draco held her again. Hermione looked into his silver eyes, sparkling happily. He was smiling at her,a nd she felt those butterflies come back again. Hermione smiled at him; his silvery blonde hair was tousled and messy, and his cheeks were flushed with color. He was truly handsome. Hermione started laughing softly, thinking about how she must look. Draco got the hint about why she was laughing, and he ran his hands through her hair again. She quieted down, staring into his eyes. He smiled and leaned in again, just so that their lips were barely touching.

" You're beautiful," he said, before giving her another kiss.

And as Hermione walked down to the Gryffindor dormitories, her hand still in Draco's, she couldn't help but smile. Because as bad as everything was, right now, he made her forget. His kisses, his touch, just him.

He had made her forget, he had made her happy. Even if it was just for a moment.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ okay.. so, sorry I didn't write anything about Harry and whatever in this chapter.. I just caught up in the kissing part.. oh come on!! Don't tell me you didn't! haha.. Next chapter will sure to have Harry in it though, I think. So just hold on, and it will be delivered.

-tearsofher