Silver Eyes (Restless Sleep)
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: ahh.. once again.. don't own hermione or Draco, or harry.. just the plot and nickolas. Happy now?
Chapter Twenty: Sunsets
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Hermione sat by Lavender, on the balcony. They watched and admired the setting sun, bringing a yellow haze to the sky, and the breeze swayed slightly. Everything looked at peace; but peace was as far from both the wizarding and muggle world as far could ever be. But it was times like this, that you were thankful for one thing, at least. But Hermione was thankful for more than one thing, she was, in fact, thankful for everything. She smiled; she was feeling satisfied, content. Lavender let out a sigh beside her, and she also smiled towards the sun.
" You know Hermione, you're lucky," Lavender said, without turning to her. Hermione looked at her, puzzled.
" What do you mean?"
" Well, you've got such a great life, great grades," she chuckled. " A great guy."
Hermione smiled, thinking of Draco.
" I've never seen anyone look at anyone the way he looks at you. He looks at you, like.. Like he adores you, like, he sees everything he could ever possibly want or need in you." Hermione just smiled, feeling another breeze come by, strands of her brown hair gently blow across her face. Her eyes were sparkling, thinking of those times with Draco, those memories. She felt a warmth glow inside her, that she knew neither a fire nor the sun could ever ignite. This was something.. Only from emotion and deep love could start. Lavender looked at her friend, seeing the dazed and happy look in her eyes. She smiled; she had never seen her this way. It was about time.
" You're lucky to have found someone like him. Someone who loves you, and cares about you. Someone who would change his ways just for you, despite what he's been taught to believe ever since he could think. That's so rare in guys.. It's even hard to believe if you actually find one," she sighed.
Hermione took in her friend's words, and she felt as if bubbles had erupted from her stomach, a glowing liquid flooding her insides. She knew she had such a ridiculous grin on, but she couldn't help it.
" Yeah. Who knew?" Hermione whispered, staring out into the sunset. Lavender smiled.
" I don't think even the smartest wizard could predict love," she said, eyes glittering. She turned to Hermione.
"No one can."
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Hermione walked up through the corridors, and through the dark hallways that led to the Slytherin Prefect room. She felt like millions of insects were buzzing around in her stomach, and she could hardly swallow. Her knees felt like they were twigs threatening to snap or give way. She had never felt this nervous in her whole life. She knocked on his door, and she heard a shuffling from inside the room. Suddenly the door opened; and Draco was there, smiling down on her. She felt the butterflies in her stomach become two times more energetic.
" Hey," he said, as he leaned down and kissed her, his lips tasting just as sweet as she remembered. He pulled back and let her in. She walked in, book in hand. He had invited her to come study with him. But then why did she feel like she was about to do something much more.. Important? She saw that his desk had his parchment and quill; everything was cluttered. Draco came up from behind her, his soft breath on her neck.
" I couldn't get the transfiguration essay," he said, and he ran his hand through his hair. His body was getting warm, too warm for its own good, just being beside her. In his room. Alone. Hermione nodded, and went to his desk. Draco could feel his heart pounding like drums in his chest. He went to follow her, and soon they were working on his essay.
Draco couldn't help but be distracted by the thought of her when she leaned over and he could smell her scent.. Sweet lavenders.. He could see the words on the parchment get unfocused and unclear. Finally, he put his quill down, and rubbed his eyes. It was awfully late, and he was almost done, but he couldn't take it anymore. He needed a break.. To taste her lips again and feel her body against his. Or else he would never be able to concentrate, wanting her more and more every time she explained something to him. He looked up at her, and she was admiring a small box made out of pure silver, that his father had given him. He could feel his heart stop; ' My god, she's just too beautiful,' he thought. Her hair seemed lighter, by the light of the licking flames in the fireplace, which gave out a lazy light, but it made her hair glow, trapping the light in her strands. Her eyes were sparkling, the deep brown seeming like the pools of eternity. The eternity he'd like to be forever trapped in. Her lips were curved into a faint but beautiful smile, and it showed that she was really into the details of the work in the box. Draco saw her fingers tracing along the handiwork, and he couldn't help but feel even warmer, imagining how her fingers would feel on his bare skin. Finally, he stood up, and he walked to her. She looked up, into his eyes that pierced into her soul. He raised his hand and stroked her cheek, as his other hand took the small box from her hand. The box fell to the floor, making a small 'clink' sound on the dark green carpet.
He leaned in and kissed her, his mouth expressing the passion he had to hold for quite a while now during their little 'study' meeting. Draco wrapped his arms tightly around her, as Hermione raised her hands and entangled themselves in his silky hair, as Draco deepened the kiss, pulling her closer and closer. The fire burned inside him, and that passion they had the night before came back. Now stronger than ever. His tongue danced with hers, and she was lost in the taste of him, his hands pulling her so close she could feel their hearts beating, pounding rhythmically.
Hermione soon felt the familiar cold, satin sheets come in contact with her body, caressing and molding against her back, as Draco moved atop of her. He kissed her with such passion, and intense emotion that she never wanted it to stop. And she didn't intend it to. His knee separated her two legs, and she could feel that heat and warmth creeping back inside her skin, tingling and burning her flesh pleasantly. She pulled him to her, closer and closer although she knew they were already as close as they could get. Draco trailed his kisses down from her mouth, to her neck, her lips now feeling as if they've just been bitten by fire. Her hands snaked inside his robes, feeling his toned muscles and wanting to feel him without a single piece of cloth separating them. Draco sucked at her collarbone, and Hermione groaned out his name; he was very skilled at this. She unbuttoned his robes, and he shrugged it off. He raised his hands to her blouse, and they felt as if they had been bathed with fire. He unbuttoned her blouse, slowly but eagerly, until they were all unbuttoned, and he slid his hands inside, feeling her smooth and hot skin against his burning fingertips. Hermione gasped as his hands made contact with her bare skin; they left a trail of passion and heat behind everywhere they went. Draco gently slipped the shirt off her shoulders, and he could see her creamy slender form, as her chest rose and fell, breathing in air extraneous amounts at a time.
" You're beautiful," he whispered, as he captured her mouth with his again, kissing her more fervently. His arms were wrapped around her half naked waist, as he arched her body up, trailing his kisses down, tasting her. Hermione groaned; he was driving her absolutely mad. His mouth was exploring her, placing kisses and letting his tongue linger from her navel to her neck. Finally, she got the strength to lift her hands, and started unbuttoning his shirt. As soon as she got it all undone, she slipped it off his body, and she was left to marvel at his extravagant beauty. But Draco swept down on her, and she wrapped her hands around his neck, as he let his lips and tongue explain. His hands traveled down her bent legs, and up to her thighs. She gasped as his hands traveled to her inner thigh, and he bit her lip passionately, licking her lips with his sugary tongue. Hermione tried to breathe; the room had seemed to have gotten so warm that she could feel her insides burning up and she felt feverish. But she saw that the fire in the fireplace was already out. Suddenly he pulled back, slowly, and he looked at her. His once slicked back hair was now tousled and messy, and his cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen from their heat and passion. He searched her face and eyes, looking for any sign of resistance. She looked at him, her cheeks pink and rosy.
" I'm ready now," she whispered to him. Draco smiled, faintly, and he lifted one of his hands and caressed her cheek, and kissed her slowly and passionately.
She let him take her, for he had already taken her heart. The moon shown outside, more full and glowing more than it had ever, as if smiling down on the two young lovers. The room was filled with passion, heat and love that would not be forgotten even in a lifetime.
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'There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in this infinite cold
But you sing to me over and over and over again
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands
And pray to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope..'
-'Only Hope' by Switchfoot
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well.. tis true that this fanfic is ending.. One more chap. I'm sorry! I'm sad that this is ending also, but all good things have to end. So they say. Well, you can read my other fanfic that I am working on, 'wonderwall.' THANK YOU TO ALL THE REVIEWERS AND READERS WHO HAVE GONE THIS FAR IN MY FIC!!!! I HOPE TO SEE SOME REVIEWS FROM YOU FOR MY OTHER FANFIC.. heehee. thank you so so so much..
-tearsofher
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: ahh.. once again.. don't own hermione or Draco, or harry.. just the plot and nickolas. Happy now?
Chapter Twenty: Sunsets
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Hermione sat by Lavender, on the balcony. They watched and admired the setting sun, bringing a yellow haze to the sky, and the breeze swayed slightly. Everything looked at peace; but peace was as far from both the wizarding and muggle world as far could ever be. But it was times like this, that you were thankful for one thing, at least. But Hermione was thankful for more than one thing, she was, in fact, thankful for everything. She smiled; she was feeling satisfied, content. Lavender let out a sigh beside her, and she also smiled towards the sun.
" You know Hermione, you're lucky," Lavender said, without turning to her. Hermione looked at her, puzzled.
" What do you mean?"
" Well, you've got such a great life, great grades," she chuckled. " A great guy."
Hermione smiled, thinking of Draco.
" I've never seen anyone look at anyone the way he looks at you. He looks at you, like.. Like he adores you, like, he sees everything he could ever possibly want or need in you." Hermione just smiled, feeling another breeze come by, strands of her brown hair gently blow across her face. Her eyes were sparkling, thinking of those times with Draco, those memories. She felt a warmth glow inside her, that she knew neither a fire nor the sun could ever ignite. This was something.. Only from emotion and deep love could start. Lavender looked at her friend, seeing the dazed and happy look in her eyes. She smiled; she had never seen her this way. It was about time.
" You're lucky to have found someone like him. Someone who loves you, and cares about you. Someone who would change his ways just for you, despite what he's been taught to believe ever since he could think. That's so rare in guys.. It's even hard to believe if you actually find one," she sighed.
Hermione took in her friend's words, and she felt as if bubbles had erupted from her stomach, a glowing liquid flooding her insides. She knew she had such a ridiculous grin on, but she couldn't help it.
" Yeah. Who knew?" Hermione whispered, staring out into the sunset. Lavender smiled.
" I don't think even the smartest wizard could predict love," she said, eyes glittering. She turned to Hermione.
"No one can."
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Hermione walked up through the corridors, and through the dark hallways that led to the Slytherin Prefect room. She felt like millions of insects were buzzing around in her stomach, and she could hardly swallow. Her knees felt like they were twigs threatening to snap or give way. She had never felt this nervous in her whole life. She knocked on his door, and she heard a shuffling from inside the room. Suddenly the door opened; and Draco was there, smiling down on her. She felt the butterflies in her stomach become two times more energetic.
" Hey," he said, as he leaned down and kissed her, his lips tasting just as sweet as she remembered. He pulled back and let her in. She walked in, book in hand. He had invited her to come study with him. But then why did she feel like she was about to do something much more.. Important? She saw that his desk had his parchment and quill; everything was cluttered. Draco came up from behind her, his soft breath on her neck.
" I couldn't get the transfiguration essay," he said, and he ran his hand through his hair. His body was getting warm, too warm for its own good, just being beside her. In his room. Alone. Hermione nodded, and went to his desk. Draco could feel his heart pounding like drums in his chest. He went to follow her, and soon they were working on his essay.
Draco couldn't help but be distracted by the thought of her when she leaned over and he could smell her scent.. Sweet lavenders.. He could see the words on the parchment get unfocused and unclear. Finally, he put his quill down, and rubbed his eyes. It was awfully late, and he was almost done, but he couldn't take it anymore. He needed a break.. To taste her lips again and feel her body against his. Or else he would never be able to concentrate, wanting her more and more every time she explained something to him. He looked up at her, and she was admiring a small box made out of pure silver, that his father had given him. He could feel his heart stop; ' My god, she's just too beautiful,' he thought. Her hair seemed lighter, by the light of the licking flames in the fireplace, which gave out a lazy light, but it made her hair glow, trapping the light in her strands. Her eyes were sparkling, the deep brown seeming like the pools of eternity. The eternity he'd like to be forever trapped in. Her lips were curved into a faint but beautiful smile, and it showed that she was really into the details of the work in the box. Draco saw her fingers tracing along the handiwork, and he couldn't help but feel even warmer, imagining how her fingers would feel on his bare skin. Finally, he stood up, and he walked to her. She looked up, into his eyes that pierced into her soul. He raised his hand and stroked her cheek, as his other hand took the small box from her hand. The box fell to the floor, making a small 'clink' sound on the dark green carpet.
He leaned in and kissed her, his mouth expressing the passion he had to hold for quite a while now during their little 'study' meeting. Draco wrapped his arms tightly around her, as Hermione raised her hands and entangled themselves in his silky hair, as Draco deepened the kiss, pulling her closer and closer. The fire burned inside him, and that passion they had the night before came back. Now stronger than ever. His tongue danced with hers, and she was lost in the taste of him, his hands pulling her so close she could feel their hearts beating, pounding rhythmically.
Hermione soon felt the familiar cold, satin sheets come in contact with her body, caressing and molding against her back, as Draco moved atop of her. He kissed her with such passion, and intense emotion that she never wanted it to stop. And she didn't intend it to. His knee separated her two legs, and she could feel that heat and warmth creeping back inside her skin, tingling and burning her flesh pleasantly. She pulled him to her, closer and closer although she knew they were already as close as they could get. Draco trailed his kisses down from her mouth, to her neck, her lips now feeling as if they've just been bitten by fire. Her hands snaked inside his robes, feeling his toned muscles and wanting to feel him without a single piece of cloth separating them. Draco sucked at her collarbone, and Hermione groaned out his name; he was very skilled at this. She unbuttoned his robes, and he shrugged it off. He raised his hands to her blouse, and they felt as if they had been bathed with fire. He unbuttoned her blouse, slowly but eagerly, until they were all unbuttoned, and he slid his hands inside, feeling her smooth and hot skin against his burning fingertips. Hermione gasped as his hands made contact with her bare skin; they left a trail of passion and heat behind everywhere they went. Draco gently slipped the shirt off her shoulders, and he could see her creamy slender form, as her chest rose and fell, breathing in air extraneous amounts at a time.
" You're beautiful," he whispered, as he captured her mouth with his again, kissing her more fervently. His arms were wrapped around her half naked waist, as he arched her body up, trailing his kisses down, tasting her. Hermione groaned; he was driving her absolutely mad. His mouth was exploring her, placing kisses and letting his tongue linger from her navel to her neck. Finally, she got the strength to lift her hands, and started unbuttoning his shirt. As soon as she got it all undone, she slipped it off his body, and she was left to marvel at his extravagant beauty. But Draco swept down on her, and she wrapped her hands around his neck, as he let his lips and tongue explain. His hands traveled down her bent legs, and up to her thighs. She gasped as his hands traveled to her inner thigh, and he bit her lip passionately, licking her lips with his sugary tongue. Hermione tried to breathe; the room had seemed to have gotten so warm that she could feel her insides burning up and she felt feverish. But she saw that the fire in the fireplace was already out. Suddenly he pulled back, slowly, and he looked at her. His once slicked back hair was now tousled and messy, and his cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen from their heat and passion. He searched her face and eyes, looking for any sign of resistance. She looked at him, her cheeks pink and rosy.
" I'm ready now," she whispered to him. Draco smiled, faintly, and he lifted one of his hands and caressed her cheek, and kissed her slowly and passionately.
She let him take her, for he had already taken her heart. The moon shown outside, more full and glowing more than it had ever, as if smiling down on the two young lovers. The room was filled with passion, heat and love that would not be forgotten even in a lifetime.
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'There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again
I'm awake in this infinite cold
But you sing to me over and over and over again
So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands
And pray to be only yours
I pray to be only yours
I know now you're my only hope..'
-'Only Hope' by Switchfoot
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well.. tis true that this fanfic is ending.. One more chap. I'm sorry! I'm sad that this is ending also, but all good things have to end. So they say. Well, you can read my other fanfic that I am working on, 'wonderwall.' THANK YOU TO ALL THE REVIEWERS AND READERS WHO HAVE GONE THIS FAR IN MY FIC!!!! I HOPE TO SEE SOME REVIEWS FROM YOU FOR MY OTHER FANFIC.. heehee. thank you so so so much..
-tearsofher
