Silver Eyes (Restless Sleep)
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own the characters, only the plot and nickolas gottery.. the quote is from switchfoot, a lovely band, and on with the story.
Chapter Seventeen: Last Night
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'Welcome to the planet welcome to existence everyone's here everyone's watching you now everybody waits for you now what happens next?
I dare you to move I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor I dare you to move Like today never happened Today never happened before
Welcome to the fallout Welcome to resistance The tension is here Between who you are and who you could be Between how it is and how it should be
Maybe redemption has stories to tell Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell Where can you run to escape from yourself? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Salvation is here.'
-'Dare you to Move'
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Harry woke up, in the cold sweat that had blanketed him many nights before. He sat up, gasping in air, the cold fresh air pressing against his hot sweaty skin. He calmed down and his breath shallowed, as he ran his sticky fingers through his damp hair. A beam of white glowing moonlight had managed to escape through the thick curtains, and it was directed right at his desk. Harry grabbed his glasses and saw that the beam was on his picture frame that he had on his desk. Curious, he walked over to it. His heart started pounding, as he held up the picture frame, the moonbeam seeming to follow it. It only shone on one person, though. The one person he ached to be near, the one person he ached to be far. Hermione. His heart stopped, as he found himself holding his breath, pulling the picture closer to his face. The light still shone on Hermione's smiling face, and he felt sadness and guilt wash over him once again. He remembered when this picture was taken; last year at the last day of Hogwarts. Hermione had her parents end over a muggle camera, and she asked Lavender to take a picture of the three of them. She had sent this picture to him over the summer, and everytime he had a problem with the Dursley's (which was very often, too often, mind you), he would gaze back at the picture, remembering his friends and the joy he would be soon returning to at Hogwarts.
'She's beautiful,' he thought, as he traced her outline on the frame. Her lips were curved into a genuine, beautiful smile, and her eyes were twinkling. Her hair was blown by the gentle breeze that was passing by, and Harry remembered thinking that she was the most beautiful girl in the world. He remembered sitting in the pathetic excuse for a cupboard, just gazing at her, trying to memorize every single detail. The faint freckles on her face, her deep brown hair, her sparkling eyes.. He remembered eagerly opening Hermione's letters, only to be slightly disappointed. She had always told him what she was doing, how she was, and where. But she never told him how she felt. How she felt for him. So he spent hours, looking over at her letters, trying to find a hidden meaning under it all. But there never was. Harry put the frame gently back on his desk, and took one more look at it. His heart ached for her, but she was just too far from his grasp. But somehow, he had to tell her. Somehow.
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Hermione's eyes fluttered open, and her world spun for but a moment, but her vision finally constructed itself. She looked up at the ceiling; this wasn't her ceiling. She tried turning, but she was held in place, by a pair of strong arms. She caught a glimpse of the person next to her; it was Draco. She was shocked, but then her eyes glazed with joy and memories when she remembered last night. She turned around to face him, trying to do it without so much movement so that she wouldn't wake him. She smiled faintly, as she saw his sleeping face. His hair was tousled and messy, but he looked at peace. She felt his warm soft breaths on her neck, as she rose up a hand, and attempted to tuck away a strand of his silvery blonde hair that had fallen across his face. But as her hand came in contact with his soft hair, she found that she couldn't bring it back. She ran her hands through it, stroking his hair. She smiled.
Nothing had happened, of course, last night. They hadn't had sex, or anything like that. Although they were awfully close. She remembered Draco leading her back to his room, her hand in his. Then they kissed for a while, on his bed. She remembered the feeling of the satin sheets coming in contact, cold underneath her, pressing against her back, as Draco slowly moved atop of her. His kisses were addicting, and lingering, as he pressed his toned body on hers. Her hands roamed, and found themselves riding up underneath his robes, pulling him closer and closer, wanting more of this heat as every second passed. Finally she unbuttoned his robes, as he sucked pleasantly on her neck. He shrugged it off, revealing his tie and collared shirt. She brought up her hands to his neck, and tried unknotting his necktie, then succeeding in unbuttoning some of his buttons on his shirt. But she couldn't bring her hands to do anymore, as he pressed against her even more, his mouth trailing back to her mouth, capturing it for another passionate kiss. His hands raomed, and made their way into her robes, arching her body up, trying to close the invisible gap between them. His long legs entwined with hers, as he unbuttoned her robes without parting his mouth from her sweet lips. Finally it as off, and he threw it behind him, along with his robe, before coming back to the passion and heat between them. His hands found themselves rolling up inside her shirt, touching her bare skin, and Hemione felt that everywhere he touched her, it left a burning pleasant sensation. Just then they trailed farther up, fingering the edge of her bra, and she felt herself gasp for air, against his mouth. But he just kissed her deeper, plunging his tongue farther. She felt a creeping warmth grow in her, as his knee went in between her legs, causing her to feel a bit nervous, but there was a burning desire in her, not wanting this to stop. Draco undid her necktie, and unbuttoned her shirt, as he slipped it off her shoulders, leaving him marveling at her beauty. Hermione felt herself groan as he let his kisses trail down her body, to her navel, then capture her mouth again. Suddenly it felt as if the room was on fire, and the satin sheets were no longer cold; they were burning her skin. She felt her breathing get heavy, as Draco's warm hands glided against her skin, into her skirt. She felt the warmth get even hotter. He touched her gently, lovingly, as he slid his hands up and down again, on her thighs. Until he fingered her underwear, but he made no attempt to pull it down. He just let his hands explore, leaving a burning trail behind it. He sucked at her collarbone, his hot mouth and tongue licking at her bare skin. She whispered his name, not having felt any of this before, but it shocked hr and amazed her. She didn't want it to end.
Suddenly, he pulled back slowly, leaving a slow kiss on her lips. He left a slight space between them, and she felt as if the air had suddenly turned cold again. His eyes were filled with hunger, and they were glossy and dark. His hair fell across his flawless but now flushed face, as he spoke gently to her.
" Hermione.. Do you really want this?" he whispered to her, his voice hoarse but gentle. She saw in his eyes that he wanted it, ever so badly. But was it the right time? Could they wait and let the passion grow bigger?
His eyes searched hers, as she said nothing. She seemed to be having an inner battle with her conscience. Draco yearned for her, to touch her, to feel her, but he would wait, if she told him to. He would wait for her.
Hermione looked at him, her brown eyes dark and deep. ' I-" she said, but she stopped again. She rose her hand to his cheek, and Draco felt her hands were hot, and his skin wanted badly for them to roam across every inch of his body, invisibly leaving behind a trail of passion and love. " Could we wait, Draco?" she asked him, uncertainty in her voice. " I just, I really want to.. But.." It seemed as if she couldn't find the words, so Draco took her hand gently from his cheek, and placed it on his chest, where his heart was beating loudly, entwining his fingers through hers.
" I'll wait as long as you want me to," he whispered to her, and he saw a smile spread across her radiant face. She leaned in, and gave him another kiss, and he let himself fall into it.
Hermione lay next to him, his arms around her, his heart beating against hers. She had put her shirt back on, but she felt the cold air against her skin, when all she wanted to be was to feel that burning warmth that Draco brought. He held her tightly to him, on his bed, closing his eyes. Hermione could feel the beating of his heart, and it warmed her, it made her feel so satisfied, being here with him. Their legs were entwined, and Hermione knew that even if she wanted to leave, she could never. Her heart was here, with him, and she could not even bring herself to get off the bed. Draco felt the same, as if letting her go would mean the end. The end of him, the end of everything. So he held her; afraid that if he let her go she would never come back, even if he knew she would. He just didn't want to miss her form in his arms, her warmth melting everything inside him. So, he finally spoke up, his voice still soft and gentle.
" Stay the night, Hermione," he said to her, and she made no move to retreat from his arms.
" Do you want me to?" she softly murmured, against his chest. She could feel his arms tighten around her.
" I'd die if you leave," he whispered to her, and she felt herself smile.
" As would I." And slowly, and fast at the same time, they each fell into the sweet slumber, this time more welcoming and sweeter because they were together, in each others arms.
Draco's eyes suddenly opened, slowly. But his eyes brightened as he saw her beside him, looking at him lovingly. He pulled her closer to him, as she grasped at the ends of his hair. He leaned in, so that his lips were touching hers, but just barely.
" You sleep good last night?" he asked her, a smile spreading across his features, seeming so inviting to her.
" Better than ever," she said to him, before pressing her lips against his for a soft kiss, then pulled back.
" You do know that it was only because you stayed here with me?" his voice dropped to a whisper. She was even beautiful when she had just woken up.
" Yes. You asked me to," she smiled. " Have any regrets?"
" Malfoy's don't regret anything," he smiled, as he captured her mouth with his.
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Suddenly they heard a rapping on the door, which a very frustrated Ginny Weasely stood on the opposite of.
" Malfoy, get off your bloody back, would you! You're making us all wait for you!" she yelled. Draco froze. Then it finally hit him. There was supposed to be a prefect meeting this morning. He groaned, Hermione curious in his arms. He snaked away his arms, and slowly got off the bed. His hands were feeling cold, and his body felt as if someone had just poured freezing water over him. He was already missing the presence of her in his arms.
"What is it, Draco?" Hemione asked, sitting up on the satin sheets.
" Prefect meeting," he said, already aching to be away from the girl. Hermione's heart sank, and she looked after Draco. " Oh," she said.
Draco put on a new robe, and fixed his hair. He went into the bathroom to wash his face. Then he came out, and he saw Hermione's crestfallen face. How he wished that Weasely girl would just disappear for just a second. He could hear her frustrated sighs and mutters even through the blasted door. He walked over to Hermione, leaned down beside the bed. He titled her chin to let her gaze meet his.
" I don't' want to go.. But I have to," he said to his, softly. Hermione nodded. " I understand, it is your duty as a Prefect.."
Draco smiled, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Wait for me here," he told her. " I'll be back in about twenty minutes." Then he flashed her a smile and went out the door. Hermione stared after him. She could hear Ginny yelling at him.
" What the hell were you doing? McGonagall reminded us five times last week, Malfoy!" she heard her scream. And she heard Draco's reply; always cool and collected.
" Keep your knickers on, Weasely, I was busy last night," he said. Then she heard their footsteps fade away.
Hermione sighed; what was she supposed to do for twenty minutes? She saw a pile of books on his desk, and she lit up, but then she pushed the thought away. She ought to take a bath. So she got up, opened the door, and pulled out her wand.
" Accio clothes," she said, and within a few minutes, she held a red T shirt in one hand and the rest of her clothes in the other. She went into the bathroom, and took a bath. Baths always seemed to soothe her. After waiting twenty five minutes for Draco in his room, she got up. She had to return to the girl's dormitories to put back her clothes, so she went out. She wouldn't be gone long, anyway.
When she reached the common room, Lavender was there, reading some wizarding fashion magazine. Her eyes brightened when she saw Hermione.
"Hermione! Where have you been! You didn't come in last night, I was waiting for you," she said, walking over to her. Hermione hid her clothes behind her back.
" I just dozed off in the library, that's all," she said. Lavender peered at her.
" Why is your hair wet? Hermione.. I can't believe you would lie to me!" lavender mocked. Hermione blushed. Harry stepped out in the common room, but then saw the two girls and hid by the wall. Something seemed to be happening.
" So.. Malfoy's the one you spent the night, with, did you?" Lavender asked her. Hermione turned crimson. Was she really that transparent? Harry felt his heart sink. She spent the night with him? How? And.. Did they.
Lavender laughed, seeing her friend's reaction. She waved her hand. " It's alright, Hermione," she said. " I'm not your mother. I'm glad you spent the night with him," Lavender went beck to the couch.
" But we didn't even do anything!" Hermione whispered harshly to her.
" You didn't? What'd you do then? Don't tell me you talked all night.. Oh Merlin," she started laughing.
Hermione rushed to her. " We were.. Kissing, but then I wasn't ready so we just spent the night. SLEEPING. Okay, Lavender?" Harry felt relieved. Lavender peered at her, then saw that she wasn't lying.
" Alright," she said. Hermione started walking to the girl's dormitories, but then froze when she heard Lavender speak again.
" So.. What else happened last night?" she asked. Hermione didn't turn around, but she knew what she was asking. She knew there would be no harm in telling her friend, so she spoke.
' He told me he loved me," she said, softly, and Lavender spoke again.
" I got it, not a word to anyone," she said. Hermione smiled; so she knew how it went. She went up to the dormitories.
Harry emerged from the corner, and walked to the middle of the common room, dazed. Malfoy loved her? What.. how.. Was that even possible? He was behind Lavender, and she didn't turn around but she knew he was there, and had been listening in on their conversation. She didn't point him out to Hermione; she felt that he needed to know.
" I think he beat you to it, Harry, " she said, flipping the page of her fashion magazine. Harry looked at her, wondering how she knew, but other questions were swarming his mind, pushing it away.
"I know," he responded sadly, and then went out of the portrait hole.
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ahh.. more kissing.. sorry! I was just in the mood.. I know I said more problems and chaos.. maybe in the next next chapter.. all I know is that this story is to be ending soon.. (frown..) I know.. But I promise to have a good ending. Might be a bit sad, but good nonetheless.. ONLY IF I GET MORE REVIEWS!!! Haha.. hope you enjoyed.. and when this baby is done, I'll continue working on my other story, 'wonderwall.' I found that I can only work on one story at a time.. (frown) oh well.. thanks to all who reviewed!!
-tearsofher
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own the characters, only the plot and nickolas gottery.. the quote is from switchfoot, a lovely band, and on with the story.
Chapter Seventeen: Last Night
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'Welcome to the planet welcome to existence everyone's here everyone's watching you now everybody waits for you now what happens next?
I dare you to move I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor I dare you to move Like today never happened Today never happened before
Welcome to the fallout Welcome to resistance The tension is here Between who you are and who you could be Between how it is and how it should be
Maybe redemption has stories to tell Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell Where can you run to escape from yourself? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Salvation is here.'
-'Dare you to Move'
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Harry woke up, in the cold sweat that had blanketed him many nights before. He sat up, gasping in air, the cold fresh air pressing against his hot sweaty skin. He calmed down and his breath shallowed, as he ran his sticky fingers through his damp hair. A beam of white glowing moonlight had managed to escape through the thick curtains, and it was directed right at his desk. Harry grabbed his glasses and saw that the beam was on his picture frame that he had on his desk. Curious, he walked over to it. His heart started pounding, as he held up the picture frame, the moonbeam seeming to follow it. It only shone on one person, though. The one person he ached to be near, the one person he ached to be far. Hermione. His heart stopped, as he found himself holding his breath, pulling the picture closer to his face. The light still shone on Hermione's smiling face, and he felt sadness and guilt wash over him once again. He remembered when this picture was taken; last year at the last day of Hogwarts. Hermione had her parents end over a muggle camera, and she asked Lavender to take a picture of the three of them. She had sent this picture to him over the summer, and everytime he had a problem with the Dursley's (which was very often, too often, mind you), he would gaze back at the picture, remembering his friends and the joy he would be soon returning to at Hogwarts.
'She's beautiful,' he thought, as he traced her outline on the frame. Her lips were curved into a genuine, beautiful smile, and her eyes were twinkling. Her hair was blown by the gentle breeze that was passing by, and Harry remembered thinking that she was the most beautiful girl in the world. He remembered sitting in the pathetic excuse for a cupboard, just gazing at her, trying to memorize every single detail. The faint freckles on her face, her deep brown hair, her sparkling eyes.. He remembered eagerly opening Hermione's letters, only to be slightly disappointed. She had always told him what she was doing, how she was, and where. But she never told him how she felt. How she felt for him. So he spent hours, looking over at her letters, trying to find a hidden meaning under it all. But there never was. Harry put the frame gently back on his desk, and took one more look at it. His heart ached for her, but she was just too far from his grasp. But somehow, he had to tell her. Somehow.
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Hermione's eyes fluttered open, and her world spun for but a moment, but her vision finally constructed itself. She looked up at the ceiling; this wasn't her ceiling. She tried turning, but she was held in place, by a pair of strong arms. She caught a glimpse of the person next to her; it was Draco. She was shocked, but then her eyes glazed with joy and memories when she remembered last night. She turned around to face him, trying to do it without so much movement so that she wouldn't wake him. She smiled faintly, as she saw his sleeping face. His hair was tousled and messy, but he looked at peace. She felt his warm soft breaths on her neck, as she rose up a hand, and attempted to tuck away a strand of his silvery blonde hair that had fallen across his face. But as her hand came in contact with his soft hair, she found that she couldn't bring it back. She ran her hands through it, stroking his hair. She smiled.
Nothing had happened, of course, last night. They hadn't had sex, or anything like that. Although they were awfully close. She remembered Draco leading her back to his room, her hand in his. Then they kissed for a while, on his bed. She remembered the feeling of the satin sheets coming in contact, cold underneath her, pressing against her back, as Draco slowly moved atop of her. His kisses were addicting, and lingering, as he pressed his toned body on hers. Her hands roamed, and found themselves riding up underneath his robes, pulling him closer and closer, wanting more of this heat as every second passed. Finally she unbuttoned his robes, as he sucked pleasantly on her neck. He shrugged it off, revealing his tie and collared shirt. She brought up her hands to his neck, and tried unknotting his necktie, then succeeding in unbuttoning some of his buttons on his shirt. But she couldn't bring her hands to do anymore, as he pressed against her even more, his mouth trailing back to her mouth, capturing it for another passionate kiss. His hands raomed, and made their way into her robes, arching her body up, trying to close the invisible gap between them. His long legs entwined with hers, as he unbuttoned her robes without parting his mouth from her sweet lips. Finally it as off, and he threw it behind him, along with his robe, before coming back to the passion and heat between them. His hands found themselves rolling up inside her shirt, touching her bare skin, and Hemione felt that everywhere he touched her, it left a burning pleasant sensation. Just then they trailed farther up, fingering the edge of her bra, and she felt herself gasp for air, against his mouth. But he just kissed her deeper, plunging his tongue farther. She felt a creeping warmth grow in her, as his knee went in between her legs, causing her to feel a bit nervous, but there was a burning desire in her, not wanting this to stop. Draco undid her necktie, and unbuttoned her shirt, as he slipped it off her shoulders, leaving him marveling at her beauty. Hermione felt herself groan as he let his kisses trail down her body, to her navel, then capture her mouth again. Suddenly it felt as if the room was on fire, and the satin sheets were no longer cold; they were burning her skin. She felt her breathing get heavy, as Draco's warm hands glided against her skin, into her skirt. She felt the warmth get even hotter. He touched her gently, lovingly, as he slid his hands up and down again, on her thighs. Until he fingered her underwear, but he made no attempt to pull it down. He just let his hands explore, leaving a burning trail behind it. He sucked at her collarbone, his hot mouth and tongue licking at her bare skin. She whispered his name, not having felt any of this before, but it shocked hr and amazed her. She didn't want it to end.
Suddenly, he pulled back slowly, leaving a slow kiss on her lips. He left a slight space between them, and she felt as if the air had suddenly turned cold again. His eyes were filled with hunger, and they were glossy and dark. His hair fell across his flawless but now flushed face, as he spoke gently to her.
" Hermione.. Do you really want this?" he whispered to her, his voice hoarse but gentle. She saw in his eyes that he wanted it, ever so badly. But was it the right time? Could they wait and let the passion grow bigger?
His eyes searched hers, as she said nothing. She seemed to be having an inner battle with her conscience. Draco yearned for her, to touch her, to feel her, but he would wait, if she told him to. He would wait for her.
Hermione looked at him, her brown eyes dark and deep. ' I-" she said, but she stopped again. She rose her hand to his cheek, and Draco felt her hands were hot, and his skin wanted badly for them to roam across every inch of his body, invisibly leaving behind a trail of passion and love. " Could we wait, Draco?" she asked him, uncertainty in her voice. " I just, I really want to.. But.." It seemed as if she couldn't find the words, so Draco took her hand gently from his cheek, and placed it on his chest, where his heart was beating loudly, entwining his fingers through hers.
" I'll wait as long as you want me to," he whispered to her, and he saw a smile spread across her radiant face. She leaned in, and gave him another kiss, and he let himself fall into it.
Hermione lay next to him, his arms around her, his heart beating against hers. She had put her shirt back on, but she felt the cold air against her skin, when all she wanted to be was to feel that burning warmth that Draco brought. He held her tightly to him, on his bed, closing his eyes. Hermione could feel the beating of his heart, and it warmed her, it made her feel so satisfied, being here with him. Their legs were entwined, and Hermione knew that even if she wanted to leave, she could never. Her heart was here, with him, and she could not even bring herself to get off the bed. Draco felt the same, as if letting her go would mean the end. The end of him, the end of everything. So he held her; afraid that if he let her go she would never come back, even if he knew she would. He just didn't want to miss her form in his arms, her warmth melting everything inside him. So, he finally spoke up, his voice still soft and gentle.
" Stay the night, Hermione," he said to her, and she made no move to retreat from his arms.
" Do you want me to?" she softly murmured, against his chest. She could feel his arms tighten around her.
" I'd die if you leave," he whispered to her, and she felt herself smile.
" As would I." And slowly, and fast at the same time, they each fell into the sweet slumber, this time more welcoming and sweeter because they were together, in each others arms.
Draco's eyes suddenly opened, slowly. But his eyes brightened as he saw her beside him, looking at him lovingly. He pulled her closer to him, as she grasped at the ends of his hair. He leaned in, so that his lips were touching hers, but just barely.
" You sleep good last night?" he asked her, a smile spreading across his features, seeming so inviting to her.
" Better than ever," she said to him, before pressing her lips against his for a soft kiss, then pulled back.
" You do know that it was only because you stayed here with me?" his voice dropped to a whisper. She was even beautiful when she had just woken up.
" Yes. You asked me to," she smiled. " Have any regrets?"
" Malfoy's don't regret anything," he smiled, as he captured her mouth with his.
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Suddenly they heard a rapping on the door, which a very frustrated Ginny Weasely stood on the opposite of.
" Malfoy, get off your bloody back, would you! You're making us all wait for you!" she yelled. Draco froze. Then it finally hit him. There was supposed to be a prefect meeting this morning. He groaned, Hermione curious in his arms. He snaked away his arms, and slowly got off the bed. His hands were feeling cold, and his body felt as if someone had just poured freezing water over him. He was already missing the presence of her in his arms.
"What is it, Draco?" Hemione asked, sitting up on the satin sheets.
" Prefect meeting," he said, already aching to be away from the girl. Hermione's heart sank, and she looked after Draco. " Oh," she said.
Draco put on a new robe, and fixed his hair. He went into the bathroom to wash his face. Then he came out, and he saw Hermione's crestfallen face. How he wished that Weasely girl would just disappear for just a second. He could hear her frustrated sighs and mutters even through the blasted door. He walked over to Hermione, leaned down beside the bed. He titled her chin to let her gaze meet his.
" I don't' want to go.. But I have to," he said to his, softly. Hermione nodded. " I understand, it is your duty as a Prefect.."
Draco smiled, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Wait for me here," he told her. " I'll be back in about twenty minutes." Then he flashed her a smile and went out the door. Hermione stared after him. She could hear Ginny yelling at him.
" What the hell were you doing? McGonagall reminded us five times last week, Malfoy!" she heard her scream. And she heard Draco's reply; always cool and collected.
" Keep your knickers on, Weasely, I was busy last night," he said. Then she heard their footsteps fade away.
Hermione sighed; what was she supposed to do for twenty minutes? She saw a pile of books on his desk, and she lit up, but then she pushed the thought away. She ought to take a bath. So she got up, opened the door, and pulled out her wand.
" Accio clothes," she said, and within a few minutes, she held a red T shirt in one hand and the rest of her clothes in the other. She went into the bathroom, and took a bath. Baths always seemed to soothe her. After waiting twenty five minutes for Draco in his room, she got up. She had to return to the girl's dormitories to put back her clothes, so she went out. She wouldn't be gone long, anyway.
When she reached the common room, Lavender was there, reading some wizarding fashion magazine. Her eyes brightened when she saw Hermione.
"Hermione! Where have you been! You didn't come in last night, I was waiting for you," she said, walking over to her. Hermione hid her clothes behind her back.
" I just dozed off in the library, that's all," she said. Lavender peered at her.
" Why is your hair wet? Hermione.. I can't believe you would lie to me!" lavender mocked. Hermione blushed. Harry stepped out in the common room, but then saw the two girls and hid by the wall. Something seemed to be happening.
" So.. Malfoy's the one you spent the night, with, did you?" Lavender asked her. Hermione turned crimson. Was she really that transparent? Harry felt his heart sink. She spent the night with him? How? And.. Did they.
Lavender laughed, seeing her friend's reaction. She waved her hand. " It's alright, Hermione," she said. " I'm not your mother. I'm glad you spent the night with him," Lavender went beck to the couch.
" But we didn't even do anything!" Hermione whispered harshly to her.
" You didn't? What'd you do then? Don't tell me you talked all night.. Oh Merlin," she started laughing.
Hermione rushed to her. " We were.. Kissing, but then I wasn't ready so we just spent the night. SLEEPING. Okay, Lavender?" Harry felt relieved. Lavender peered at her, then saw that she wasn't lying.
" Alright," she said. Hermione started walking to the girl's dormitories, but then froze when she heard Lavender speak again.
" So.. What else happened last night?" she asked. Hermione didn't turn around, but she knew what she was asking. She knew there would be no harm in telling her friend, so she spoke.
' He told me he loved me," she said, softly, and Lavender spoke again.
" I got it, not a word to anyone," she said. Hermione smiled; so she knew how it went. She went up to the dormitories.
Harry emerged from the corner, and walked to the middle of the common room, dazed. Malfoy loved her? What.. how.. Was that even possible? He was behind Lavender, and she didn't turn around but she knew he was there, and had been listening in on their conversation. She didn't point him out to Hermione; she felt that he needed to know.
" I think he beat you to it, Harry, " she said, flipping the page of her fashion magazine. Harry looked at her, wondering how she knew, but other questions were swarming his mind, pushing it away.
"I know," he responded sadly, and then went out of the portrait hole.
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ahh.. more kissing.. sorry! I was just in the mood.. I know I said more problems and chaos.. maybe in the next next chapter.. all I know is that this story is to be ending soon.. (frown..) I know.. But I promise to have a good ending. Might be a bit sad, but good nonetheless.. ONLY IF I GET MORE REVIEWS!!! Haha.. hope you enjoyed.. and when this baby is done, I'll continue working on my other story, 'wonderwall.' I found that I can only work on one story at a time.. (frown) oh well.. thanks to all who reviewed!!
-tearsofher
