Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: Don't own characters, just the plot.
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author's note; Thanks to all who reviewed the other chapter.. I really really really appreciate it.. It's what motivates me to write chapters better and quicker, haha. So, if you want me to keep writing.. REVIEW!! Heeheehee. Thanks. and since I'm feeling so nice, I updated another chapter after this.. so read on!
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Draco sat in class, bored out of his mind. The professor's mouth was moving, yes.. But her words were muffled, and he didn't bother trying to figure out what she was saying. He was too busy staring at the brown haired girl across one row ahead of him. He saw her, listening attentively, biting her lips sometimes, then looking down. She seemed to be deep in thought about something, but it couldn't be about the wizards or whatever the professor was talking about. He saw her eyes get this far away look sometimes, as if in a daze, then come back in focus, and nod at what the professor was saying. He longed to be by her side, instead of blasted Potter and Weasely. He glared at the boys, and Harry turned, as if sensing the hatred rising in Draco that was directed at Harry. Harry glared at him also, his green eyes flashing. Draco scowled.
Draco hated him for many reasons, yes. But there was one particular reason, now, that seemed to overshadow everything else. He had observed their conversations, watching across the room. He remembered Potter and Weasely talking animatedly about God knows what, probably quidditch, but then his eyes dawned on the brown eyed girl standing beside them. Draco remembered the solemn and hurt look in her eyes; she was looking at her two friends so sadly. Draco could see it in his mind, and he felt his anger boil. As the professor shifted in the room, Harry gave Draco one last glare, and turned to the Professor. Draco let his eyes burn into the back of his robe.
He knew what she was feeling, and it infuriated him that they couldn't see it, or even notice it. She was just standing there, with her two friends, and they acted as if she wasn't there. She felt invisible, and it was hurting her. He had watched them further, and not once, had they uttered a word to Hermione. Honestly! Quidditch was great, it was. But it wasn't that great. It was nothing compared to the pretty girl they stood beside. Draco had always thought of them as foolish, idiotic boys who Dumbledore favored, but now he thought of them as even stupider, blind little pricks. He hated them; they couldn't see what they were doing to her. They were too blind. And here he was, seeing every single flicker of emotion in her eyes, and he wasn't even friends with her. He hadn't known her, on friendly terms, for as long as those two idiots have, and he could easily see it when she was lying, or hurt. To sum it all up, Potter and Weasely didn't deserve her. She deserved so much better. He didn't think that she just saw it yet.
Class ended, and Draco packed up his quill and parchments, and headed out the door. Hermione was about a couple of long strides in front of him, and she was alone. He wasn't used to seeing her without her two friends, but took this to his advantage. He summed up all his courage, and walked over to her.
"Granger," he said, as he caught up beside her. Hermione looked at him, curious as to why he was speaking to her, but she could feel her heart warming up.. It was if she had an internal fever.
"Malfoy," she said simply, looking at him. She smiled at him, and Draco couldn't help but smile back at her. Her smile was so stunning, so natural, yet it was odd to see that something so beautiful could be natural. He could feel his heart beating harder, and his stomach released its little winged insects. He felt so tense, so nervous around her, as if he'd just die if he did the wrong thing. But he never wanted to be away from her. He didn't want to feel the absence of her presence, feel his heart and the air becoming cold again.
"Where's your little friends?" he asked her, in a slight sarcastic tone. Hermione looked ahead, seeing all the other students laughing and talking with their friends. They were all heading to the Great Hall for lunch; Ron and Harry had taken off without telling her where they were going. She had felt a slight ache and strain on her heart, but she watched them go off, without saying a word. Was she.. So invisible to them? It was so odd, and confusing. One day, Harry was smiling and laughing at her, then.. She was no longer there. He had entered some fog, and they had blanketed her, blocking her from his sight. Thinking about it, she felt the tears reviving from behind her eyes, but she blinked them back. Draco was still here.
"I don't know," she answered quietly, and Draco could see that he had stuck her hard with his question, again. He seemed to be doing that quite a lot when he was speaking to her. He could see her eyes becoming glossy, but she blinked furiously, and stared ahead. Hermione felt like her heart had been fought on, and was left in ruins.
"What about you? I'm sure you've got better things to do than to talk to me," she said to him, and he could hear a bit of anger in her voice. "Wouldn't want to be caught speaking to a mudblood," she muttered, but draco heard, and he felt a bit hurt at her words. Although, that was quite expected. He wasn't the exact gentleman to her these past years at Hogwarts. He was different, though. Couldn't she see that? Of course not, he thought. It wasn't such a surprise, but somehow he thought she had. He had seen the look in her eyes, as she looked at him, or talked to him. He was even certain for a second she had known. He guessed he was wrong.
He didn't answer her question, but did say something. "Not used to seeing you without your usual barricade of bodyguards, is all." Hermione sighed, and adjusted her book bag.
"It happens quite often, really. I'm sure you would've seen, I thought you would've come and torment me with your usual remarks," she said. Draco looked at her, puzzled. Hermione avoided his eyes, as she looked ahead. She knew this wasn't fair, that he hadn't done anything to her. But she couldn't help it. All these feelings he gave her had erupted inside of her again, and he was speaking to her in public.. She looked around. It was deserted. She scolded herself, mentally; so this was the reason he was talking to her. He had noticed everyone had gone. She could feel her throat closing up, her chest tightening. Why did it hurt so much when she had already been expecting it?
Draco froze, and he had grabbed her arm. Hermione stumbled back, startled. He looked into her eyes, trying to tell her. She tried to look away, but couldn't. Somehow he had managed to catch her again.
"Hermione.." Hermione's heart froze. Did he just say her name? She couldn't believe her ears. It sounded so surreal, so different. She had never heard him say her name, and she was sure he had never, but his face was serious, and his eyes were dark. His silver eyes pierced into her soul, and her grasp on her book bag weakened.
"I've changed, for better or worse," he heard himself say. He didn't know where that had come from, but he realized it was what he wanted to say, longed to say. Now she just had to see; he had just pointed it out to her. She looked at him, her eyes deep and bottomless. Hermione responded, in a whisper, for she felt as if her voice would fail her if she spoke any louder. Draco always had this affect on her; her knees felt weak, so did every other part of her. His eyes penetrated right through her, and she just couldn't take it. How could he do this to her? He barely knew her, yet he seemed to see everything else Ron and Harry could not see. Not that they bothered, of course. But.. Was Draco trying to see? Or he just.. Did? It confused and frustrated her.. Too many questions, that she was just too afraid to admit to or ask. So many questions that she knew would never be answered. And the few that would, would break her heart. These kinds of things always seemed to let her down.
"I know," she whispered back to him. He smiled at her faintly, and she looked at him one last time, her heart feeling as if it was leaping out to meet him. He let go of her arm, the warmth he held in his hands disappearing.
She walked down the hall, leaving Draco to stare after her.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: Don't own characters, just the plot.
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author's note; Thanks to all who reviewed the other chapter.. I really really really appreciate it.. It's what motivates me to write chapters better and quicker, haha. So, if you want me to keep writing.. REVIEW!! Heeheehee. Thanks. and since I'm feeling so nice, I updated another chapter after this.. so read on!
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Draco sat in class, bored out of his mind. The professor's mouth was moving, yes.. But her words were muffled, and he didn't bother trying to figure out what she was saying. He was too busy staring at the brown haired girl across one row ahead of him. He saw her, listening attentively, biting her lips sometimes, then looking down. She seemed to be deep in thought about something, but it couldn't be about the wizards or whatever the professor was talking about. He saw her eyes get this far away look sometimes, as if in a daze, then come back in focus, and nod at what the professor was saying. He longed to be by her side, instead of blasted Potter and Weasely. He glared at the boys, and Harry turned, as if sensing the hatred rising in Draco that was directed at Harry. Harry glared at him also, his green eyes flashing. Draco scowled.
Draco hated him for many reasons, yes. But there was one particular reason, now, that seemed to overshadow everything else. He had observed their conversations, watching across the room. He remembered Potter and Weasely talking animatedly about God knows what, probably quidditch, but then his eyes dawned on the brown eyed girl standing beside them. Draco remembered the solemn and hurt look in her eyes; she was looking at her two friends so sadly. Draco could see it in his mind, and he felt his anger boil. As the professor shifted in the room, Harry gave Draco one last glare, and turned to the Professor. Draco let his eyes burn into the back of his robe.
He knew what she was feeling, and it infuriated him that they couldn't see it, or even notice it. She was just standing there, with her two friends, and they acted as if she wasn't there. She felt invisible, and it was hurting her. He had watched them further, and not once, had they uttered a word to Hermione. Honestly! Quidditch was great, it was. But it wasn't that great. It was nothing compared to the pretty girl they stood beside. Draco had always thought of them as foolish, idiotic boys who Dumbledore favored, but now he thought of them as even stupider, blind little pricks. He hated them; they couldn't see what they were doing to her. They were too blind. And here he was, seeing every single flicker of emotion in her eyes, and he wasn't even friends with her. He hadn't known her, on friendly terms, for as long as those two idiots have, and he could easily see it when she was lying, or hurt. To sum it all up, Potter and Weasely didn't deserve her. She deserved so much better. He didn't think that she just saw it yet.
Class ended, and Draco packed up his quill and parchments, and headed out the door. Hermione was about a couple of long strides in front of him, and she was alone. He wasn't used to seeing her without her two friends, but took this to his advantage. He summed up all his courage, and walked over to her.
"Granger," he said, as he caught up beside her. Hermione looked at him, curious as to why he was speaking to her, but she could feel her heart warming up.. It was if she had an internal fever.
"Malfoy," she said simply, looking at him. She smiled at him, and Draco couldn't help but smile back at her. Her smile was so stunning, so natural, yet it was odd to see that something so beautiful could be natural. He could feel his heart beating harder, and his stomach released its little winged insects. He felt so tense, so nervous around her, as if he'd just die if he did the wrong thing. But he never wanted to be away from her. He didn't want to feel the absence of her presence, feel his heart and the air becoming cold again.
"Where's your little friends?" he asked her, in a slight sarcastic tone. Hermione looked ahead, seeing all the other students laughing and talking with their friends. They were all heading to the Great Hall for lunch; Ron and Harry had taken off without telling her where they were going. She had felt a slight ache and strain on her heart, but she watched them go off, without saying a word. Was she.. So invisible to them? It was so odd, and confusing. One day, Harry was smiling and laughing at her, then.. She was no longer there. He had entered some fog, and they had blanketed her, blocking her from his sight. Thinking about it, she felt the tears reviving from behind her eyes, but she blinked them back. Draco was still here.
"I don't know," she answered quietly, and Draco could see that he had stuck her hard with his question, again. He seemed to be doing that quite a lot when he was speaking to her. He could see her eyes becoming glossy, but she blinked furiously, and stared ahead. Hermione felt like her heart had been fought on, and was left in ruins.
"What about you? I'm sure you've got better things to do than to talk to me," she said to him, and he could hear a bit of anger in her voice. "Wouldn't want to be caught speaking to a mudblood," she muttered, but draco heard, and he felt a bit hurt at her words. Although, that was quite expected. He wasn't the exact gentleman to her these past years at Hogwarts. He was different, though. Couldn't she see that? Of course not, he thought. It wasn't such a surprise, but somehow he thought she had. He had seen the look in her eyes, as she looked at him, or talked to him. He was even certain for a second she had known. He guessed he was wrong.
He didn't answer her question, but did say something. "Not used to seeing you without your usual barricade of bodyguards, is all." Hermione sighed, and adjusted her book bag.
"It happens quite often, really. I'm sure you would've seen, I thought you would've come and torment me with your usual remarks," she said. Draco looked at her, puzzled. Hermione avoided his eyes, as she looked ahead. She knew this wasn't fair, that he hadn't done anything to her. But she couldn't help it. All these feelings he gave her had erupted inside of her again, and he was speaking to her in public.. She looked around. It was deserted. She scolded herself, mentally; so this was the reason he was talking to her. He had noticed everyone had gone. She could feel her throat closing up, her chest tightening. Why did it hurt so much when she had already been expecting it?
Draco froze, and he had grabbed her arm. Hermione stumbled back, startled. He looked into her eyes, trying to tell her. She tried to look away, but couldn't. Somehow he had managed to catch her again.
"Hermione.." Hermione's heart froze. Did he just say her name? She couldn't believe her ears. It sounded so surreal, so different. She had never heard him say her name, and she was sure he had never, but his face was serious, and his eyes were dark. His silver eyes pierced into her soul, and her grasp on her book bag weakened.
"I've changed, for better or worse," he heard himself say. He didn't know where that had come from, but he realized it was what he wanted to say, longed to say. Now she just had to see; he had just pointed it out to her. She looked at him, her eyes deep and bottomless. Hermione responded, in a whisper, for she felt as if her voice would fail her if she spoke any louder. Draco always had this affect on her; her knees felt weak, so did every other part of her. His eyes penetrated right through her, and she just couldn't take it. How could he do this to her? He barely knew her, yet he seemed to see everything else Ron and Harry could not see. Not that they bothered, of course. But.. Was Draco trying to see? Or he just.. Did? It confused and frustrated her.. Too many questions, that she was just too afraid to admit to or ask. So many questions that she knew would never be answered. And the few that would, would break her heart. These kinds of things always seemed to let her down.
"I know," she whispered back to him. He smiled at her faintly, and she looked at him one last time, her heart feeling as if it was leaping out to meet him. He let go of her arm, the warmth he held in his hands disappearing.
She walked down the hall, leaving Draco to stare after her.