Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, or the song. Just the plot.
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Unfamiliar Emotion
Draco sat at the Slytherin table, uninterested in the first years and what house they were going to be in. He honestly didn't know why people watched the bloody thing; it wasn't exciting whatsoever. And really, who would care about the bloody first years? Draco sighed; they still had thirty or more students to go. He was already bored out of his mind. He let his eyes trail through the tables; he recognized some of the Ravenklauws, none of the HufflePuffs. Just then his eyes trailed to the Gryffindor table, landing specifically on the brown-eyed girl. Draco raised his eyebrows; that was strange. His eyes just immediately landed on her. But he watched her, nonetheless. He watched her watch the sorting of the first years, and her applaud each time a student got called into a house. She looked happy, her brown eyes twinkling as before, when she had left the compartment, uttering those strange words to him. Just then someone leaned over to her, a raven-haired boy. He froze. The boy whispered something to her, and she laughed. He could almost hear her graceful laughter ringing in his ears. The boy pulled back, and Draco glared at him; it was Saint Potter. Draco could feel all the hate and anger coming back, but this time there was one emotion that he didn't recognize, one that was unfamiliar, yet, he felt it even stronger each time Potter talked to her, laughed with her. But he looked away, trying to erase his thoughts about the girl.
Finally, when the sorting was over, the headmaster made an announcement, and the feast started.
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Draco walked to his Prefect room; Professor McGonagall had talked to him about it earlier, and told him he would have to share the common room and bathroom with another fellow Prefect, for the four rooms were adjoined. Draco walked through the drack corridors, wondering who the other Prefect was to be. A girl popped up in his head; Hermione Granger. He felt this weird feeling in his stomach, as if it were doing cartwheels, but he just dismissed it as a reaction from something he ate. But as much as he tried not to, he thought more about the brown haired girl. If he were to share a common room with her.. Surely it wouldn't be so bad, right? Hermione wasn't the kind of girl to be pestering him every night, telling him about the monsters under her bed, though the thought amused him. She was more of the quiet, smart, studious kind. And he couldn't feel anything but relieved; he was glad, somehow, that she was different. Finally he reached his room, and he said the password. He walked inside, and he had a smirk on his face; now this was how he was used to living to.
There was a big luxurious bed, in green sheets, for it was a Slytherin color, and the room as huge. He walked around, touching the fabric, and smirking everytime he liked something. After he got bored with his surrounding, he walked into the common room. He decided he liked the common room more than his room. The common room was twice as big, a fireplace, a study desk. It was painted a rich deep maroon, and he decided it wasn't so bad, although it was awfully close to the Gryffindor color. Just then the door on the opposite side of the room opened, and Draco was met with the sight of his new Prefect roommate.
Hermione Granger stood there, admiring the common room. Just then she noticed a tall figure standing there, watching her. She raised her gaze, and she saw that it was Draco Malfoy. She felt her heart sink, but then she felt her stomach do a.. Some sort of flip. They looked into each other's eyes; his deep silver eyes boring into hers, as her chocolate brown eyes, he felt, seemed to be melting his insides. Draco recognized her eyes, of course. It was burned in his mind, ever since the last day of fifth year. But somehow, it was different, staring into them now. They had much more emotion, and there seemed to be something there, like a thick haze that he seemed to not see through. But then, as if reality had finally crashed down on him, he smirked, although it was a bit harder this time. He felt a sort of sinking feeling in his stomach as he broke their gaze, breaking that unusual, but somehow welcoming moment between them.
" Well, Granger.." he said, his eyes twinkling. " We meet again." Hermione just stared at him, before she spoke.
" Yes, It seems so, Malfoy," she said, with no emotion. She walked closer, observing the common room, looking at the pictures on the wall. But she felt, it was hard to focus, as Malfoy was still there, silent, watching her. Draco watched her, as she looked up at the pictures, and touched the wooden study desk. It was wide enough to seat four students, but he couldn't help but see a faint smile spread across her features. He felt his heart jump, and he felt strange. 'Why did it do that?' he asked himself, feeling odd. It had never jumped that way before, not once. But he returned his gaze to the brown haired girl, as he felt.. Like he was in a trance. He couldn't help but feel a warm feeling spread through him, seeing her smile like that. About a table, and a room. He smiled, amused. She smiled like a girl being bought the pair of diamond earrings she had wanted, and yet.. She was.. Smiling, about simple stuff like tables, and rooms. Draco felt his smile widen; he had never seen a girl do that before, and somehow, he felt.. Granger was really so different, so strange. Yet, it appealed to him, as strange as it was. Just then she looked up, her eyes staring into his again.
" This is great," she said, though Draco didn't know if she was talking to him, or to herself. But before he could stop himself, he answered.
" Yeah, it is," he smiled. " It beats those tables at the library," he smiled. He didn't know why he did that, but soon that thought vanished as he saw her smile widen. Draco thought she really did look pretty when she was smiling. But then he noticed she even looked pretty when she wasn't smiling. 'At least she can smile,' he thought to himself. ' Some girls can't even smile, with all those pounds of make up they have on their face.' She stood there, admiring everything around her, taking one last look around. Then she looked up at Draco, and he felt his heart jump, again, as if a crackle of electricity was sent through his veins. She was smiling again.
" I'm going to head to bed," she said to him, and Draco found he couldn't say anything. " Good night, Malfoy," she smield at him, then went back to her room. Draco stood there, staring at her door. What was this? What were these little jumps his heart kept doing? It annoyed the hell out of him, honestly. It bugged him even more that he didn't know what caused it, or why. Finally, he sighed and ran a hand through his silky hair, and went back into his own room.
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He stared up at the ceiling, still thinking about the girl a room away from him. What was it about her that kept him thinking about her, keeping him awake at night? She was a mudblood, for pete's sakes. But even as he said that, he felt his heart buckle, as if there was an immense pressure being pressed against it. And, it sounded forced, to his ears. What was it about that girl? Why was it she gave him that feeling everytime she looked at him, even smiled. It was all so unfamiliar; he had never felt that before. It was confusing him, making him think about it, about her, more than enough. He even saw her in his dreams.
But somehow, as he shut his eyes, and swallowed hard, he didn't mind. Somewhere, even deeper than his pride, he liked to see her in his dreams, he longed to see her in his dreams. He didn't mind falling asleep, her brown eyes and her genuine smile burned in his mind.
If this was called going crazy, he honestly did not know.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, or the song. Just the plot.
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Unfamiliar Emotion
Draco sat at the Slytherin table, uninterested in the first years and what house they were going to be in. He honestly didn't know why people watched the bloody thing; it wasn't exciting whatsoever. And really, who would care about the bloody first years? Draco sighed; they still had thirty or more students to go. He was already bored out of his mind. He let his eyes trail through the tables; he recognized some of the Ravenklauws, none of the HufflePuffs. Just then his eyes trailed to the Gryffindor table, landing specifically on the brown-eyed girl. Draco raised his eyebrows; that was strange. His eyes just immediately landed on her. But he watched her, nonetheless. He watched her watch the sorting of the first years, and her applaud each time a student got called into a house. She looked happy, her brown eyes twinkling as before, when she had left the compartment, uttering those strange words to him. Just then someone leaned over to her, a raven-haired boy. He froze. The boy whispered something to her, and she laughed. He could almost hear her graceful laughter ringing in his ears. The boy pulled back, and Draco glared at him; it was Saint Potter. Draco could feel all the hate and anger coming back, but this time there was one emotion that he didn't recognize, one that was unfamiliar, yet, he felt it even stronger each time Potter talked to her, laughed with her. But he looked away, trying to erase his thoughts about the girl.
Finally, when the sorting was over, the headmaster made an announcement, and the feast started.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Draco walked to his Prefect room; Professor McGonagall had talked to him about it earlier, and told him he would have to share the common room and bathroom with another fellow Prefect, for the four rooms were adjoined. Draco walked through the drack corridors, wondering who the other Prefect was to be. A girl popped up in his head; Hermione Granger. He felt this weird feeling in his stomach, as if it were doing cartwheels, but he just dismissed it as a reaction from something he ate. But as much as he tried not to, he thought more about the brown haired girl. If he were to share a common room with her.. Surely it wouldn't be so bad, right? Hermione wasn't the kind of girl to be pestering him every night, telling him about the monsters under her bed, though the thought amused him. She was more of the quiet, smart, studious kind. And he couldn't feel anything but relieved; he was glad, somehow, that she was different. Finally he reached his room, and he said the password. He walked inside, and he had a smirk on his face; now this was how he was used to living to.
There was a big luxurious bed, in green sheets, for it was a Slytherin color, and the room as huge. He walked around, touching the fabric, and smirking everytime he liked something. After he got bored with his surrounding, he walked into the common room. He decided he liked the common room more than his room. The common room was twice as big, a fireplace, a study desk. It was painted a rich deep maroon, and he decided it wasn't so bad, although it was awfully close to the Gryffindor color. Just then the door on the opposite side of the room opened, and Draco was met with the sight of his new Prefect roommate.
Hermione Granger stood there, admiring the common room. Just then she noticed a tall figure standing there, watching her. She raised her gaze, and she saw that it was Draco Malfoy. She felt her heart sink, but then she felt her stomach do a.. Some sort of flip. They looked into each other's eyes; his deep silver eyes boring into hers, as her chocolate brown eyes, he felt, seemed to be melting his insides. Draco recognized her eyes, of course. It was burned in his mind, ever since the last day of fifth year. But somehow, it was different, staring into them now. They had much more emotion, and there seemed to be something there, like a thick haze that he seemed to not see through. But then, as if reality had finally crashed down on him, he smirked, although it was a bit harder this time. He felt a sort of sinking feeling in his stomach as he broke their gaze, breaking that unusual, but somehow welcoming moment between them.
" Well, Granger.." he said, his eyes twinkling. " We meet again." Hermione just stared at him, before she spoke.
" Yes, It seems so, Malfoy," she said, with no emotion. She walked closer, observing the common room, looking at the pictures on the wall. But she felt, it was hard to focus, as Malfoy was still there, silent, watching her. Draco watched her, as she looked up at the pictures, and touched the wooden study desk. It was wide enough to seat four students, but he couldn't help but see a faint smile spread across her features. He felt his heart jump, and he felt strange. 'Why did it do that?' he asked himself, feeling odd. It had never jumped that way before, not once. But he returned his gaze to the brown haired girl, as he felt.. Like he was in a trance. He couldn't help but feel a warm feeling spread through him, seeing her smile like that. About a table, and a room. He smiled, amused. She smiled like a girl being bought the pair of diamond earrings she had wanted, and yet.. She was.. Smiling, about simple stuff like tables, and rooms. Draco felt his smile widen; he had never seen a girl do that before, and somehow, he felt.. Granger was really so different, so strange. Yet, it appealed to him, as strange as it was. Just then she looked up, her eyes staring into his again.
" This is great," she said, though Draco didn't know if she was talking to him, or to herself. But before he could stop himself, he answered.
" Yeah, it is," he smiled. " It beats those tables at the library," he smiled. He didn't know why he did that, but soon that thought vanished as he saw her smile widen. Draco thought she really did look pretty when she was smiling. But then he noticed she even looked pretty when she wasn't smiling. 'At least she can smile,' he thought to himself. ' Some girls can't even smile, with all those pounds of make up they have on their face.' She stood there, admiring everything around her, taking one last look around. Then she looked up at Draco, and he felt his heart jump, again, as if a crackle of electricity was sent through his veins. She was smiling again.
" I'm going to head to bed," she said to him, and Draco found he couldn't say anything. " Good night, Malfoy," she smield at him, then went back to her room. Draco stood there, staring at her door. What was this? What were these little jumps his heart kept doing? It annoyed the hell out of him, honestly. It bugged him even more that he didn't know what caused it, or why. Finally, he sighed and ran a hand through his silky hair, and went back into his own room.
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He stared up at the ceiling, still thinking about the girl a room away from him. What was it about her that kept him thinking about her, keeping him awake at night? She was a mudblood, for pete's sakes. But even as he said that, he felt his heart buckle, as if there was an immense pressure being pressed against it. And, it sounded forced, to his ears. What was it about that girl? Why was it she gave him that feeling everytime she looked at him, even smiled. It was all so unfamiliar; he had never felt that before. It was confusing him, making him think about it, about her, more than enough. He even saw her in his dreams.
But somehow, as he shut his eyes, and swallowed hard, he didn't mind. Somewhere, even deeper than his pride, he liked to see her in his dreams, he longed to see her in his dreams. He didn't mind falling asleep, her brown eyes and her genuine smile burned in his mind.
If this was called going crazy, he honestly did not know.