Silver Eyes (restless Sleep)
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own hermione or draco or harry.. just the plot and nickolas gottery.
Chapter Nineteen: Blue Skies
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The week went by faster than she had expected; everything seemed easier now that her best friends were now talking to her. Although, she hadn't been spending as much time with Draco, so they planned to spend the weekend together. Ron and Harry, along with Lavender and most of the Gryffindors were going to the Hogsmeade trip, except her.
Hermione had woken up late; she had missed breakfast and didn't get a chance to say goodbye to her friends, but she gazed over at her dresser and saw that they had left a note for her. She smiled, as she reached over and took it.
'Hermione, you were asleep when we were supposed to go off, so we thought we'd let you sleep. You work too hard, anyway. We'll be back around dinner, and don't study too much.
From, Lavender, Ginny, Harry and Ron.'
Hermione shook her head and laughed lightly; the last thing she was going to do was study. For today, anyway. She folded up the letter and put it in her drawer. She got up off the bed, and looked around. She saw a stream of sunlight that had escaped from behind the thick red curtains, and curious to see how it was outside, she pulled back the curtains. She sighed, as she saw the clear blue skies and the green Hogwarts grounds. She gave it one last look, then stepped back. She had to get ready if she was going to meet with Draco.
Hermione walked down from the dormitories and out the portrait hole; she looked around and the corridor seemed deserted. She continued walking; her footsteps echoing off the walls. She thought about Draco, and she felt a warm wave course through her body. It all seemed so surreal, but she was glad. She would have never expected to fall in love with Draco Malfoy, it just happened. She would've minded terribly before, but now, she thought she couldn't have fallen in love with someone else better. She smiled, as she crossed her arms over her chest.
She stepped outside Hogwarts doors, and the clear peaceful scene filled her view. The birds were chirping, and the grass was greener than ever. Suddenly she saw a figure, up in the sky. She peered; shielding her eyes, and saw that the person was wearing dark clothes. Then she saw a glimpse of platinum blonde hair. She smiled, and studied him; he was perfectly still, on his broom, and seemed to be observing the grounds. She was wondering how long he'd take until he noticed her standing here. He didn't take long. Draco, sensing a pair of eyes on him, looked down, and immediately a smile spread across his face. He stayed up there for only but two seconds, looking at her smiling up at him, shielding her eyes. He felt his heart warm, and he flew down. His shoes stepped on the green grass, and immediately wrapped his arms around her. Although he had seen her every single day, he still couldn't help but miss her. He felt her small petite form in his arms, her breath on his neck, and he felt that familiar warmth spread through his veins; even the sunlight couldn't bring this kind of warmth to him. Hermione held him tightly, closing her eyes, and just trying to memorize the feel of him holding her, his soft hair blowing gently by her cheek, from the slight breeze. He felt so warm, and welcoming. She didn't want to let go, but they pulled back, slowly.
Draco raised his hand and caressed her cheek; again it seemed to fit perfectly. He smiled at her, and she could see the emotion in his eyes. His once stormy eyes were now clear and sparkling, and she could only see happiness and love inside them. Not even a trace of the hate and anger that had been there once before.
" Hi," he whispered to her, smiling. His hand felt so good on her cheek. So right.
" Hi," she said back, a grin forming on her face. Just then, flashing her one wider grin, he leaned in and kissed her, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. She felt dizzy and light headed, but passion crackled through her fingers, her veins, as she entwined her hands in his hair. His lips were sweet, just like she had remembered, but memories were nothing compared to this. Draco deepened the kiss, pulling her closer and closer, although they were as close as any two people could ever get. Her soft fingers running through his hair was driving his mad; he didn't think she knew what her touch did to him. He could feel his thoughts fade away, and soon all he could focus was on Hermione. The way she kissed him, her taste, how smooth and soft her skin seemed to be, how silky her hair was.. Hermione felt her knees weaken, as he kissed her even more passionately, sending intense heat through her. His hand slid down her back, tracing her spine, and it sent a tingling sensation down her back to her toes.
Finally they pulled back, retreating from their passionate kiss. Draco still held her as close as possible, but leaned his forehead against hers; as did she. He could feel her chest rising and falling, as she gasped in air. He looked at her; face flushed and hair a bit untidy, but she still managed to be the most beautiful girl in his eyes. He didn't think anything could change that. Finally she looked up; her deep brown eyes still melting every single thing inside of him, from all this time.
" I love you," he whispered to her, and Hermione felt herself smile faintly.
" I love you too." Draco smiled. Then he looked over at his broom, which was on the grass. He looked at her, grinning. " Let's go."
Hermione was hesitant, as she got on the broom, behind Draco. Draco was grinning at her, and that didn't help her fear of flying a bit. Draco could see the worry on her face.
" Don't worry, I won't let you fall, " he said to her, as he felt her arms wrap around his waist.
" You promise?" She asked, nervousness in her voice.
" I promise," he said, and she tightened her grasp on him; he could feel her body press up against his even more.
Then Draco raised up the broom, and soon they were above the ground, and Hogwarts. He glanced at Hermione, and he saw that she was closing her eyes tightly; she also seemed to not be breathing. He chuckled softly.
" You can open your eyes now, Hermione," he said to her. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes, as she slowly opened them. Her face turned pale, as she looked down.
" Oh Merlin.." he heard her say. He could sense fear in her voice. She tightened her arms around him even more. Draco laughed, louder this time.'
" It isn't so scary," he said.
" I know but.. Oh please Draco, take me down right now." He heard panic in her voice.
" Oh come on.. You have to learn how to face your fears, or else you'll never be able to conquer them."
" I don't care.. I just want to be back safely on the ground now, please."
" It's nice up here. Just look. But not down."
Hermione let out a sigh, but it came out in short ragged breaths. She could feel her self shaking; she did not like flying. No, not at all. She could almost see herself falling, the wind rushing in her ears.. Seeing her life pass by. She felt her hands become cold. She raised her eyes, and she could almost feel all that leave her. Almost. He was right; it was nice up here. You could see the sunset, and you could almost hear the wind whispering to you, if you were quiet enough. Draco felt her grasp loosen a bit, and he knew she wasn't so scared anymore. He let one of his hands rise from the broom handle, and he clasped it over hers on his stomach.
" It really is beautiful," he heard her say breathlessly. He grinned. It was beautiful. But he's seen much more beautiful things, that could beat this out anytime.
" Not as beautiful as you," he whispered to her, and she came closer, pressing her soft body against his even more. Hermione smiled, and rested her head on his shoulder. She could smell his familiar scent that often made her stomach flip, and send her nerves into frenzy. His bare skin seemed to soft and smooth against hers, as she leaned her cheek against her neck. Draco nuzzled his cheek against her, his eyes closed. They could be falling towards the ground right about now, and he wouldn't notice. Hermione always seemed to send him into another world, where the real cruel world was always out of question. He could stay in their imaginary world forever, as long as she would be there with him. It didn't matter if it was unreal and it was impossible; all that mattered was what they were feeling for each other, and how content his heart seemed to be when he was with her. It was times like this that he thought he would never see of feel in his life. He never expected, or never even thought he would love anyone. He didn't know that he could love anyone as much as he loved Hermione, as ridiculous as it was. He inhaled the fresh air, as he felt her fingers entwine with his.
" Draco," he heard her whisper, and he felt those all too familiar butterflies in his stomach erupt. His name always seemed much more nicer when she said it. Her voice was soft, and gentle.. He had always thought his name was way too overused by his blasted father; always harsh and cold. But he couldn't help but melt and wonder when she said it; how did she manage to make it sound so.. Nice?
" Thank you," she said softly.
" Thank you for what?"
" For everything. I never thought I would feel this way about anyone ever. Until you came along."
Draco chuckled softly. " So it's my fault?"
Hermione smiled, inhaling his scent once more. " Yes, it is."
" Well then, Ms. Granger, " he said. " You're at fault also."
" And why is that?"
" For making me fall in love with you." He smiled. Hermione laughed softly, but Draco could still hear her graceful laughter dissolve his insides.
Hermione and Draco got down on the ground once again, but this time Hermione was able to look back up at the sky, and not feel that fear wash over her. She looked at Draco, and he was smiling at her; oh how he adored her. She smiled at him too, and inched closer to him, as he wrapped his arms around her. She felt a warmth creep through her body, as their bodies pressed against each other's again. But as often as that happened, giving into the passion and longing, it never seemed to get old. He grinned at her, silver eyes dancing.
" Ready for round two?"
' You already won me over
In spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall
Head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you
For all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault.."
-' Head Over Feet'
by Alanis Morissette
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well.. that chapter was.. well, to me, not as good as my other chapters. but.. all I can hope is that you all appreciate it just as the same ( sigh).. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my friend Ann.. I am trying to convert her into a Draco/Hermione fan (*wink).. still working on it.. Hahaha.. So this was for you, Ann!! You've been an awesome friend, and lets keep annoying everyone by rambling on and on about Harry Potter. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
-tearsofher
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own hermione or draco or harry.. just the plot and nickolas gottery.
Chapter Nineteen: Blue Skies
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The week went by faster than she had expected; everything seemed easier now that her best friends were now talking to her. Although, she hadn't been spending as much time with Draco, so they planned to spend the weekend together. Ron and Harry, along with Lavender and most of the Gryffindors were going to the Hogsmeade trip, except her.
Hermione had woken up late; she had missed breakfast and didn't get a chance to say goodbye to her friends, but she gazed over at her dresser and saw that they had left a note for her. She smiled, as she reached over and took it.
'Hermione, you were asleep when we were supposed to go off, so we thought we'd let you sleep. You work too hard, anyway. We'll be back around dinner, and don't study too much.
From, Lavender, Ginny, Harry and Ron.'
Hermione shook her head and laughed lightly; the last thing she was going to do was study. For today, anyway. She folded up the letter and put it in her drawer. She got up off the bed, and looked around. She saw a stream of sunlight that had escaped from behind the thick red curtains, and curious to see how it was outside, she pulled back the curtains. She sighed, as she saw the clear blue skies and the green Hogwarts grounds. She gave it one last look, then stepped back. She had to get ready if she was going to meet with Draco.
Hermione walked down from the dormitories and out the portrait hole; she looked around and the corridor seemed deserted. She continued walking; her footsteps echoing off the walls. She thought about Draco, and she felt a warm wave course through her body. It all seemed so surreal, but she was glad. She would have never expected to fall in love with Draco Malfoy, it just happened. She would've minded terribly before, but now, she thought she couldn't have fallen in love with someone else better. She smiled, as she crossed her arms over her chest.
She stepped outside Hogwarts doors, and the clear peaceful scene filled her view. The birds were chirping, and the grass was greener than ever. Suddenly she saw a figure, up in the sky. She peered; shielding her eyes, and saw that the person was wearing dark clothes. Then she saw a glimpse of platinum blonde hair. She smiled, and studied him; he was perfectly still, on his broom, and seemed to be observing the grounds. She was wondering how long he'd take until he noticed her standing here. He didn't take long. Draco, sensing a pair of eyes on him, looked down, and immediately a smile spread across his face. He stayed up there for only but two seconds, looking at her smiling up at him, shielding her eyes. He felt his heart warm, and he flew down. His shoes stepped on the green grass, and immediately wrapped his arms around her. Although he had seen her every single day, he still couldn't help but miss her. He felt her small petite form in his arms, her breath on his neck, and he felt that familiar warmth spread through his veins; even the sunlight couldn't bring this kind of warmth to him. Hermione held him tightly, closing her eyes, and just trying to memorize the feel of him holding her, his soft hair blowing gently by her cheek, from the slight breeze. He felt so warm, and welcoming. She didn't want to let go, but they pulled back, slowly.
Draco raised his hand and caressed her cheek; again it seemed to fit perfectly. He smiled at her, and she could see the emotion in his eyes. His once stormy eyes were now clear and sparkling, and she could only see happiness and love inside them. Not even a trace of the hate and anger that had been there once before.
" Hi," he whispered to her, smiling. His hand felt so good on her cheek. So right.
" Hi," she said back, a grin forming on her face. Just then, flashing her one wider grin, he leaned in and kissed her, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. She felt dizzy and light headed, but passion crackled through her fingers, her veins, as she entwined her hands in his hair. His lips were sweet, just like she had remembered, but memories were nothing compared to this. Draco deepened the kiss, pulling her closer and closer, although they were as close as any two people could ever get. Her soft fingers running through his hair was driving his mad; he didn't think she knew what her touch did to him. He could feel his thoughts fade away, and soon all he could focus was on Hermione. The way she kissed him, her taste, how smooth and soft her skin seemed to be, how silky her hair was.. Hermione felt her knees weaken, as he kissed her even more passionately, sending intense heat through her. His hand slid down her back, tracing her spine, and it sent a tingling sensation down her back to her toes.
Finally they pulled back, retreating from their passionate kiss. Draco still held her as close as possible, but leaned his forehead against hers; as did she. He could feel her chest rising and falling, as she gasped in air. He looked at her; face flushed and hair a bit untidy, but she still managed to be the most beautiful girl in his eyes. He didn't think anything could change that. Finally she looked up; her deep brown eyes still melting every single thing inside of him, from all this time.
" I love you," he whispered to her, and Hermione felt herself smile faintly.
" I love you too." Draco smiled. Then he looked over at his broom, which was on the grass. He looked at her, grinning. " Let's go."
Hermione was hesitant, as she got on the broom, behind Draco. Draco was grinning at her, and that didn't help her fear of flying a bit. Draco could see the worry on her face.
" Don't worry, I won't let you fall, " he said to her, as he felt her arms wrap around his waist.
" You promise?" She asked, nervousness in her voice.
" I promise," he said, and she tightened her grasp on him; he could feel her body press up against his even more.
Then Draco raised up the broom, and soon they were above the ground, and Hogwarts. He glanced at Hermione, and he saw that she was closing her eyes tightly; she also seemed to not be breathing. He chuckled softly.
" You can open your eyes now, Hermione," he said to her. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes, as she slowly opened them. Her face turned pale, as she looked down.
" Oh Merlin.." he heard her say. He could sense fear in her voice. She tightened her arms around him even more. Draco laughed, louder this time.'
" It isn't so scary," he said.
" I know but.. Oh please Draco, take me down right now." He heard panic in her voice.
" Oh come on.. You have to learn how to face your fears, or else you'll never be able to conquer them."
" I don't care.. I just want to be back safely on the ground now, please."
" It's nice up here. Just look. But not down."
Hermione let out a sigh, but it came out in short ragged breaths. She could feel her self shaking; she did not like flying. No, not at all. She could almost see herself falling, the wind rushing in her ears.. Seeing her life pass by. She felt her hands become cold. She raised her eyes, and she could almost feel all that leave her. Almost. He was right; it was nice up here. You could see the sunset, and you could almost hear the wind whispering to you, if you were quiet enough. Draco felt her grasp loosen a bit, and he knew she wasn't so scared anymore. He let one of his hands rise from the broom handle, and he clasped it over hers on his stomach.
" It really is beautiful," he heard her say breathlessly. He grinned. It was beautiful. But he's seen much more beautiful things, that could beat this out anytime.
" Not as beautiful as you," he whispered to her, and she came closer, pressing her soft body against his even more. Hermione smiled, and rested her head on his shoulder. She could smell his familiar scent that often made her stomach flip, and send her nerves into frenzy. His bare skin seemed to soft and smooth against hers, as she leaned her cheek against her neck. Draco nuzzled his cheek against her, his eyes closed. They could be falling towards the ground right about now, and he wouldn't notice. Hermione always seemed to send him into another world, where the real cruel world was always out of question. He could stay in their imaginary world forever, as long as she would be there with him. It didn't matter if it was unreal and it was impossible; all that mattered was what they were feeling for each other, and how content his heart seemed to be when he was with her. It was times like this that he thought he would never see of feel in his life. He never expected, or never even thought he would love anyone. He didn't know that he could love anyone as much as he loved Hermione, as ridiculous as it was. He inhaled the fresh air, as he felt her fingers entwine with his.
" Draco," he heard her whisper, and he felt those all too familiar butterflies in his stomach erupt. His name always seemed much more nicer when she said it. Her voice was soft, and gentle.. He had always thought his name was way too overused by his blasted father; always harsh and cold. But he couldn't help but melt and wonder when she said it; how did she manage to make it sound so.. Nice?
" Thank you," she said softly.
" Thank you for what?"
" For everything. I never thought I would feel this way about anyone ever. Until you came along."
Draco chuckled softly. " So it's my fault?"
Hermione smiled, inhaling his scent once more. " Yes, it is."
" Well then, Ms. Granger, " he said. " You're at fault also."
" And why is that?"
" For making me fall in love with you." He smiled. Hermione laughed softly, but Draco could still hear her graceful laughter dissolve his insides.
Hermione and Draco got down on the ground once again, but this time Hermione was able to look back up at the sky, and not feel that fear wash over her. She looked at Draco, and he was smiling at her; oh how he adored her. She smiled at him too, and inched closer to him, as he wrapped his arms around her. She felt a warmth creep through her body, as their bodies pressed against each other's again. But as often as that happened, giving into the passion and longing, it never seemed to get old. He grinned at her, silver eyes dancing.
" Ready for round two?"
' You already won me over
In spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall
Head over feet
And don't be surprised if I love you
For all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault.."
-' Head Over Feet'
by Alanis Morissette
----------+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
well.. that chapter was.. well, to me, not as good as my other chapters. but.. all I can hope is that you all appreciate it just as the same ( sigh).. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to my friend Ann.. I am trying to convert her into a Draco/Hermione fan (*wink).. still working on it.. Hahaha.. So this was for you, Ann!! You've been an awesome friend, and lets keep annoying everyone by rambling on and on about Harry Potter. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!
-tearsofher
