Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: Do not own hermione, or Draco, or any of the other characters.. Just the plot.
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Prologue
Draco tossed and turned, sweat dripping down his pallid face. He opened his eyes and bolted up, gasping in air. It's been twelve nights in a row, ever since the last day of fifth year. He ran his hand through his silvery blonde hair, it was drenched in sweat. He remembered those brown eyes, that smile. He mentally slapped himself. How could he be thinking, dreaming about that mudblood Hermione Granger? He sighed, and collapsed back on his satin sheets. It felt cool, and it relaxed his tense muscles. He was going crazy, he just knew it. Why else would he thinking about that stupid girl? He tried to close his eyes again, but those brown eyes still haunted him, not letting the slytherin boy drift away. He sighed again, staring up at the pitch-black ceiling.
It was that day, the last day of fifth year. They had a banquet, which was, rather good, actually, but it was at the train, that she had confused him. He stood there, glaring at her while she laughed along with Potter and Weasley. But then they hurried off someplace, and she turned her head towards him. She smiled at him, her brown eyes sparkling. This shocked Draco, but he got the feeling that something else had shocked him too. She looked almost pretty, the lazy yellow light making her hair look lighter, her brown eyes glimmering like a pool of water. It shone behind her, making her look like an angel. But if that didn't shock him, it was her words to him. Her voice was soft, graceful, and it rang in his ears, even this night.
"Have a nice summer, Malfoy," she had said to him, flashed him another smile, and walked away to follow her two friends. He realized he wasn't even glaring anymore; he was so shocked. He didn't expect nice, or even decent words to be uttered to him. Especially from a girl like Hermione Granger, who he had tormented since they had stepped onto Hogwarts for the first time. He stared after her retreating figure, flabbergasted.
Draco sighed; that wasn't such a shock that he had to bloody dream about the girl every night, now was it? It was annoying him, irritating him. Even confused him. He hated her, of course he did. That blasted 'heroic' trio of Gryffindor pissed him off than anything else in his entire life. Especially that Saint Potter. Draco crinkled his face in disgust. It was always Potter, Potter, Potter. How he'd love to humiliate him in front of his 'fans' one day. Draco turned the other way, so that he stared at the window, the full glowing moon shedding a ray of light on the carpeted floor. He wondered, although he had a couple of months to go still, if he would still be dreaming of that blasted girl. And if he still was (he prayed he wasn't) what was he going to think when he was to see her again on the first day back? Draco gave out a long ragged sigh, and tried to dismiss the thought. That was still far away, he needn't need to worry about it. He didn't need to worry about that mudblood Granger.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: Do not own hermione, or Draco, or any of the other characters.. Just the plot.
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Prologue
Draco tossed and turned, sweat dripping down his pallid face. He opened his eyes and bolted up, gasping in air. It's been twelve nights in a row, ever since the last day of fifth year. He ran his hand through his silvery blonde hair, it was drenched in sweat. He remembered those brown eyes, that smile. He mentally slapped himself. How could he be thinking, dreaming about that mudblood Hermione Granger? He sighed, and collapsed back on his satin sheets. It felt cool, and it relaxed his tense muscles. He was going crazy, he just knew it. Why else would he thinking about that stupid girl? He tried to close his eyes again, but those brown eyes still haunted him, not letting the slytherin boy drift away. He sighed again, staring up at the pitch-black ceiling.
It was that day, the last day of fifth year. They had a banquet, which was, rather good, actually, but it was at the train, that she had confused him. He stood there, glaring at her while she laughed along with Potter and Weasley. But then they hurried off someplace, and she turned her head towards him. She smiled at him, her brown eyes sparkling. This shocked Draco, but he got the feeling that something else had shocked him too. She looked almost pretty, the lazy yellow light making her hair look lighter, her brown eyes glimmering like a pool of water. It shone behind her, making her look like an angel. But if that didn't shock him, it was her words to him. Her voice was soft, graceful, and it rang in his ears, even this night.
"Have a nice summer, Malfoy," she had said to him, flashed him another smile, and walked away to follow her two friends. He realized he wasn't even glaring anymore; he was so shocked. He didn't expect nice, or even decent words to be uttered to him. Especially from a girl like Hermione Granger, who he had tormented since they had stepped onto Hogwarts for the first time. He stared after her retreating figure, flabbergasted.
Draco sighed; that wasn't such a shock that he had to bloody dream about the girl every night, now was it? It was annoying him, irritating him. Even confused him. He hated her, of course he did. That blasted 'heroic' trio of Gryffindor pissed him off than anything else in his entire life. Especially that Saint Potter. Draco crinkled his face in disgust. It was always Potter, Potter, Potter. How he'd love to humiliate him in front of his 'fans' one day. Draco turned the other way, so that he stared at the window, the full glowing moon shedding a ray of light on the carpeted floor. He wondered, although he had a couple of months to go still, if he would still be dreaming of that blasted girl. And if he still was (he prayed he wasn't) what was he going to think when he was to see her again on the first day back? Draco gave out a long ragged sigh, and tried to dismiss the thought. That was still far away, he needn't need to worry about it. He didn't need to worry about that mudblood Granger.