Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: Don't own Hermione, Draco or any of the other characters.. Just the plot.
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authors note: okay, in my other story, I noticed that not very many people read my note on the bottom. (frown) that's okay.. but I think I'll just try to put it in the beginning of the story.. so you'll be FORCED to read it.. heheeheheh.. anyway, thanks to Lalita22 who reviewed, and everyone else!! On with the story,..
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While you were Sleeping
Hermione got up, her head throbbing and she felt as if her world was spinning. She sat back down on the bed, holding her head. Her vision swirled, and she felt as if she had been held underwater for far too long.. Her breathing was rapid but they had a hard time getting out. She remembered everything from last night.. Coming back here, and thinking about Draco.. She remembered letting a few tears slip, and asking herself how she had gotten herself into such a thing as this. Why had she been so weak in the library? Surely she could've waited until she had gotten back to her room? Hermione waited as her vision slowly constructed herself, and the ground stopped spinning. She let out a sigh, and hung on to the sheets, as if the ground was to swallow her up. She looked outside, and she saw that it was still quite dark. She shut her eyes, but the sleepiness that once overcame had disappeared.
She was stuck being awake now.
She collapsed back on the bed, letting the cotton underneath her tense her body. She was aching, from limb to limb. She had been tossing and turning all night, trying to avoid the thoughts her mind kept throwing at her. She opened them, slowly. She was too tired to study, or soak in any of what those dreadful textbooks said. She bit her lip, and decided to just take a bath. Baths always seemed to relax her. She grabbed her clothes and towel, and silently headed out. The common room was dark, and she heard not one noise, as she crept by. She paused for a second, and looked at Draco's door. She couldn't help but wonder if he had a good night's sleep, or had a rather bad one, just like her. She stared at the door, wondering if yesterday's events had troubled him also. She sighed, as she headed in the bathroom.
She got in the tub, and felt her body relax immediately as her skin made contact with the hot water. She let out a sigh, as she closed her eyes. She tried to think about Harry, or Ron. Just anything else but the boy with the piercing eyes, as a matter of fact. But her mind disobeyed, and they always trailed back to the Draco. Hermione could feel a warmth creep inside her, deeper and further than the hot water could reach. She saw his dark eyes in her mind, and she suddenly forgot where she was. Not that it mattered anymore, of course. She could feel her hands lose their weight, as she remembered the anger and depth of his silver eyes. She remembered the feel of his hands grasping hard at her shoulders, and the gentleness of his fingers, as he raised her sleeve up, and traced her marks. She remembered the icy but hot warm feeling erupt in her stomach, and her spine tingling. She remembered feeling frozen. She remembered not wanting to be away from him, not wanting his touch to ever part from her skin. She remembered needing him, wanting him to wrap his arms around her.. To feel his strong toned arms around her.
She remembered feeling angry and sad.. Because the notion of him needing her was ludicrous and impossible.
She let out a long sigh, trying to rid of the heavy burden that lay upon her heart. But it only pushed it down further, adding more weight. A part of her was angry.. At herself. For feeling this was about him, for being angry because.. Because he couldn't possibly want to be with her as much as she wanted to be with him. She felt her heart crumble, and all she wanted to do was to look into his eyes again. She felt safe, almost, but everything seemed to disappear every time she looked into them. And God knows she just wanted to be away right now. She leaned back further in the tub, so that her neck, to her chin, was covered with the soothing fragrant bubbles. But her mind was troubled, and not even a bath such as this one, could quiet it. She wished it wasn't so difficult getting her mind off Draco, for she felt a twinge of pain, that seemed to be getting bigger and worse, every time she thought of him. But at the same time, she felt like there was the place she wanted to be. With him. She sighed. What she wouldn't give to be one of those shallow girls who only worried about make- up products, right about now.
Hermione dried herself up, and put on a simple T-shirt and some flannel pants. She used a quick drying spell on her hair and put it in a ponytail. She quickly gathered up her stuff and walked out. When she got to her room, she remembered she had left her wand there, and slowly crept back. Mid way through the dark room, she heard a noise. Hermione froze. She heard shifting and rustling, and she turned towards the direction of the noise. It seemed to be coming from the couch. Hermione whispered the spell for the lights, and they immediately filled the room. She saw a dark clothed person on the couch, and she walked closer. She froze. It was Draco.
He was asleep on the couch, his black cloak draped over him like a blanket. His hair was messy and tousled; some strands fell across his face. Hermione could feel her heart beating faster, as she walked over to him, and kneeled down, until her face and his were parallel. She felt a breath catch in her throat, as she saw his sleeping face, serene. He looked so gentle and calm, and his breathing was shallow and light. The sight of him seemed to dissolve everything inside of her. A strand had fallen over one of his eyes, and without thinking, she raised her hand and slicked it back. But her hands froze as her hand felt the softness of his hair. It was silky, like it looked.. She had the urge to run her hands through his silvery blonde hair. She looked at him with soft eyes. How did he manage to make her feel this way? Even when he was not even conscious. Just then, a small sigh escaped from Draco's lips, and she froze.
His eyes opened, and he was met with the sight he had just been dreaming about. Hermione looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. Their faces were so close that she could feel his breaths on her face, and she could see every little detail in his silver eyes. Again, she could not move. It seems she was caught in his trance again. Draco felt his breathing stop, as he searched her face, her eyes. They were so close.. Draco could feel his body warming up, as the restless butterflies returned.
"Granger?" He whispered, almost not audible. Hermione finally got her tongue unglued from the roof of her mouth, and managed to whisper a reply.
"Malfoy," she said, simply. Her voice was soft and gentle.. Draco recognized it, along with her smile, her eyes.. Why was she so bloody beautiful? Draco finally realized that her hand was in his hair, and he wished she would just run her hands through them, feel her touch. He could almost predict the feeling.. Burning.. As if she had lit a white, misty but powerful fire inside of him. He imagined how soft her fingers would feel on his skin, and he swallowed hard. He searched her eyes; but he could not read them. That saddened him, somehow. But he kept searching. She had to be feeling something right at this moment, she just had to..
"I-" Hermione stammered. She quickly took her hand back, resting it on her knee. Draco felt his heart sink. She looked at him, bravely.
"Why.. Are you here?" She asked him, quietly. Draco sighed, and sat up. He ran a hand through his messy hair. He remembered just being so tired.. But yet it was only a few hours ago he had managed to fall asleep. Hermione had invaded his dreams.. Just like always. But Draco, somehow, especially after the occurrence they had had between them.. He liked seeing her in his dreams, he did. But it hurt, and it pained him. For, he knew he would only be able to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her.. Only in his dreams. It was so far from reality, that it hurt. In the morning, he would remember the dream, and only sadness would greet him. Until he saw her.
He looked at her, his silver piercing eyes still strong; there was no sign of tiredness. "I guess I was just too tired. I sat down here, and I fell asleep," he told her, in a quiet voice. Hermione nodded, but couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt.
So he had had a good sleep, while she was up all night thinking about him. Hermione looked away, and got up. Her fingers felt cold and clammy, as if she were dead. She didn't know why, but she couldn't give it much thought, as Draco's voice penetrated through all of them, scattering them all over the place.
"I hope.. I didn't hurt you, did I?" Hermione looked up at him, and saw there was a fleck of worry in his eyes. Draco swallowed, and continued on.
"I mean, yesterday, in the library.. I-I didn't.. I hope I hadn't bruised you," he whispered to her. Hermione smiled at him, faintly, because of his concern. But she still felt her shoulder stinging, and aching.. She had seen what his hands had done to her shoulder, as she was in the tub. There were dark spots, from where his fingers had dug in, but she remembered as she traced over them gently, with her soaked hand.. She had closed her eyes, and tried to remember the feeling that had crept, covered her when Draco's fingers slowly traced over the wound. She smiled at him, but it did not reach her eyes.
"You didn't bruise me," she said quietly. She just didn't want to tell him that he had, and she didn't know why. Maybe she was scared of what he was going to do.. Because he was even more unpredictable now that.. Well, that he was being nice. She just didn't have any idea what he would do. She looked bravely into his eyes, but his gaze was boring into hers, searching for any sign of deny. She stared right at him, although she was fighting furiously hard not to look down.
Draco looked into her deep brown eyes, and tried to see if she was lying.. He couldn't read her. There seemed to be a cloudy haze that she had put up; she knew what he was doing. She knew he could see right through her. Draco ran a hand through his hair, and looked down. He was searching his mind feverishly, trying to think of what he could say. He had to say something to keep her from leaving, to get her to stay.. But what?
Hermione stared at Draco, longing in her eyes. He seemed to be thinking of something, or trying to think of something. She could feel her hands getting even colder, and she could almost feel a chill press against her back, trying to overtake the warmth he brought to her.
Taking one last look at him, she opened her mouth and spoke softly.
"I'm going to go. I'll see you later, Malfoy," she said to him, and walked past the couch. Draco looked up, and watched her as she started towards her room. Draco was panicking.. He had to say something! But what?! He had to have a reason! He heard the door open, then close. He sighed, as he mentally slapped himself. Why was he so nervous around her? He lay back down on the couch, the soft cushion underneath him molding against his back. He closed his eyes tightly, and tried to let the darkness take him back to the slumber he had once been in. But Hemrione's eyes were scarred there, and he couldn't erase them from his memory.
He remembered when he had woken up, seeing her, so close.. Her eyes staring straight into his.. He remembered her scent; warm vanilla.. Her hand had been in his hair.. Being so close to her had sent his heart into a seizure, and the butterflies and flips in his stomach into double time. He smiled faintly, as he let the pressure from his eyes rest.
"My God," he whispered to himself, smiling.
"Why does she have to be so beautiful?"
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: Don't own Hermione, Draco or any of the other characters.. Just the plot.
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authors note: okay, in my other story, I noticed that not very many people read my note on the bottom. (frown) that's okay.. but I think I'll just try to put it in the beginning of the story.. so you'll be FORCED to read it.. heheeheheh.. anyway, thanks to Lalita22 who reviewed, and everyone else!! On with the story,..
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While you were Sleeping
Hermione got up, her head throbbing and she felt as if her world was spinning. She sat back down on the bed, holding her head. Her vision swirled, and she felt as if she had been held underwater for far too long.. Her breathing was rapid but they had a hard time getting out. She remembered everything from last night.. Coming back here, and thinking about Draco.. She remembered letting a few tears slip, and asking herself how she had gotten herself into such a thing as this. Why had she been so weak in the library? Surely she could've waited until she had gotten back to her room? Hermione waited as her vision slowly constructed herself, and the ground stopped spinning. She let out a sigh, and hung on to the sheets, as if the ground was to swallow her up. She looked outside, and she saw that it was still quite dark. She shut her eyes, but the sleepiness that once overcame had disappeared.
She was stuck being awake now.
She collapsed back on the bed, letting the cotton underneath her tense her body. She was aching, from limb to limb. She had been tossing and turning all night, trying to avoid the thoughts her mind kept throwing at her. She opened them, slowly. She was too tired to study, or soak in any of what those dreadful textbooks said. She bit her lip, and decided to just take a bath. Baths always seemed to relax her. She grabbed her clothes and towel, and silently headed out. The common room was dark, and she heard not one noise, as she crept by. She paused for a second, and looked at Draco's door. She couldn't help but wonder if he had a good night's sleep, or had a rather bad one, just like her. She stared at the door, wondering if yesterday's events had troubled him also. She sighed, as she headed in the bathroom.
She got in the tub, and felt her body relax immediately as her skin made contact with the hot water. She let out a sigh, as she closed her eyes. She tried to think about Harry, or Ron. Just anything else but the boy with the piercing eyes, as a matter of fact. But her mind disobeyed, and they always trailed back to the Draco. Hermione could feel a warmth creep inside her, deeper and further than the hot water could reach. She saw his dark eyes in her mind, and she suddenly forgot where she was. Not that it mattered anymore, of course. She could feel her hands lose their weight, as she remembered the anger and depth of his silver eyes. She remembered the feel of his hands grasping hard at her shoulders, and the gentleness of his fingers, as he raised her sleeve up, and traced her marks. She remembered the icy but hot warm feeling erupt in her stomach, and her spine tingling. She remembered feeling frozen. She remembered not wanting to be away from him, not wanting his touch to ever part from her skin. She remembered needing him, wanting him to wrap his arms around her.. To feel his strong toned arms around her.
She remembered feeling angry and sad.. Because the notion of him needing her was ludicrous and impossible.
She let out a long sigh, trying to rid of the heavy burden that lay upon her heart. But it only pushed it down further, adding more weight. A part of her was angry.. At herself. For feeling this was about him, for being angry because.. Because he couldn't possibly want to be with her as much as she wanted to be with him. She felt her heart crumble, and all she wanted to do was to look into his eyes again. She felt safe, almost, but everything seemed to disappear every time she looked into them. And God knows she just wanted to be away right now. She leaned back further in the tub, so that her neck, to her chin, was covered with the soothing fragrant bubbles. But her mind was troubled, and not even a bath such as this one, could quiet it. She wished it wasn't so difficult getting her mind off Draco, for she felt a twinge of pain, that seemed to be getting bigger and worse, every time she thought of him. But at the same time, she felt like there was the place she wanted to be. With him. She sighed. What she wouldn't give to be one of those shallow girls who only worried about make- up products, right about now.
Hermione dried herself up, and put on a simple T-shirt and some flannel pants. She used a quick drying spell on her hair and put it in a ponytail. She quickly gathered up her stuff and walked out. When she got to her room, she remembered she had left her wand there, and slowly crept back. Mid way through the dark room, she heard a noise. Hermione froze. She heard shifting and rustling, and she turned towards the direction of the noise. It seemed to be coming from the couch. Hermione whispered the spell for the lights, and they immediately filled the room. She saw a dark clothed person on the couch, and she walked closer. She froze. It was Draco.
He was asleep on the couch, his black cloak draped over him like a blanket. His hair was messy and tousled; some strands fell across his face. Hermione could feel her heart beating faster, as she walked over to him, and kneeled down, until her face and his were parallel. She felt a breath catch in her throat, as she saw his sleeping face, serene. He looked so gentle and calm, and his breathing was shallow and light. The sight of him seemed to dissolve everything inside of her. A strand had fallen over one of his eyes, and without thinking, she raised her hand and slicked it back. But her hands froze as her hand felt the softness of his hair. It was silky, like it looked.. She had the urge to run her hands through his silvery blonde hair. She looked at him with soft eyes. How did he manage to make her feel this way? Even when he was not even conscious. Just then, a small sigh escaped from Draco's lips, and she froze.
His eyes opened, and he was met with the sight he had just been dreaming about. Hermione looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. Their faces were so close that she could feel his breaths on her face, and she could see every little detail in his silver eyes. Again, she could not move. It seems she was caught in his trance again. Draco felt his breathing stop, as he searched her face, her eyes. They were so close.. Draco could feel his body warming up, as the restless butterflies returned.
"Granger?" He whispered, almost not audible. Hermione finally got her tongue unglued from the roof of her mouth, and managed to whisper a reply.
"Malfoy," she said, simply. Her voice was soft and gentle.. Draco recognized it, along with her smile, her eyes.. Why was she so bloody beautiful? Draco finally realized that her hand was in his hair, and he wished she would just run her hands through them, feel her touch. He could almost predict the feeling.. Burning.. As if she had lit a white, misty but powerful fire inside of him. He imagined how soft her fingers would feel on his skin, and he swallowed hard. He searched her eyes; but he could not read them. That saddened him, somehow. But he kept searching. She had to be feeling something right at this moment, she just had to..
"I-" Hermione stammered. She quickly took her hand back, resting it on her knee. Draco felt his heart sink. She looked at him, bravely.
"Why.. Are you here?" She asked him, quietly. Draco sighed, and sat up. He ran a hand through his messy hair. He remembered just being so tired.. But yet it was only a few hours ago he had managed to fall asleep. Hermione had invaded his dreams.. Just like always. But Draco, somehow, especially after the occurrence they had had between them.. He liked seeing her in his dreams, he did. But it hurt, and it pained him. For, he knew he would only be able to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her.. Only in his dreams. It was so far from reality, that it hurt. In the morning, he would remember the dream, and only sadness would greet him. Until he saw her.
He looked at her, his silver piercing eyes still strong; there was no sign of tiredness. "I guess I was just too tired. I sat down here, and I fell asleep," he told her, in a quiet voice. Hermione nodded, but couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt.
So he had had a good sleep, while she was up all night thinking about him. Hermione looked away, and got up. Her fingers felt cold and clammy, as if she were dead. She didn't know why, but she couldn't give it much thought, as Draco's voice penetrated through all of them, scattering them all over the place.
"I hope.. I didn't hurt you, did I?" Hermione looked up at him, and saw there was a fleck of worry in his eyes. Draco swallowed, and continued on.
"I mean, yesterday, in the library.. I-I didn't.. I hope I hadn't bruised you," he whispered to her. Hermione smiled at him, faintly, because of his concern. But she still felt her shoulder stinging, and aching.. She had seen what his hands had done to her shoulder, as she was in the tub. There were dark spots, from where his fingers had dug in, but she remembered as she traced over them gently, with her soaked hand.. She had closed her eyes, and tried to remember the feeling that had crept, covered her when Draco's fingers slowly traced over the wound. She smiled at him, but it did not reach her eyes.
"You didn't bruise me," she said quietly. She just didn't want to tell him that he had, and she didn't know why. Maybe she was scared of what he was going to do.. Because he was even more unpredictable now that.. Well, that he was being nice. She just didn't have any idea what he would do. She looked bravely into his eyes, but his gaze was boring into hers, searching for any sign of deny. She stared right at him, although she was fighting furiously hard not to look down.
Draco looked into her deep brown eyes, and tried to see if she was lying.. He couldn't read her. There seemed to be a cloudy haze that she had put up; she knew what he was doing. She knew he could see right through her. Draco ran a hand through his hair, and looked down. He was searching his mind feverishly, trying to think of what he could say. He had to say something to keep her from leaving, to get her to stay.. But what?
Hermione stared at Draco, longing in her eyes. He seemed to be thinking of something, or trying to think of something. She could feel her hands getting even colder, and she could almost feel a chill press against her back, trying to overtake the warmth he brought to her.
Taking one last look at him, she opened her mouth and spoke softly.
"I'm going to go. I'll see you later, Malfoy," she said to him, and walked past the couch. Draco looked up, and watched her as she started towards her room. Draco was panicking.. He had to say something! But what?! He had to have a reason! He heard the door open, then close. He sighed, as he mentally slapped himself. Why was he so nervous around her? He lay back down on the couch, the soft cushion underneath him molding against his back. He closed his eyes tightly, and tried to let the darkness take him back to the slumber he had once been in. But Hemrione's eyes were scarred there, and he couldn't erase them from his memory.
He remembered when he had woken up, seeing her, so close.. Her eyes staring straight into his.. He remembered her scent; warm vanilla.. Her hand had been in his hair.. Being so close to her had sent his heart into a seizure, and the butterflies and flips in his stomach into double time. He smiled faintly, as he let the pressure from his eyes rest.
"My God," he whispered to himself, smiling.
"Why does she have to be so beautiful?"