Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
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okay, so Hermione knows Draco has changed, well, she has been.. But it was the first time he pointed it out to her.. So, on with! I think it's safe to tell you that there's a little (well, not really) surprise at the end of this chapter.. All I can say is that, it's about time!
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Dancing Shadows
Hermione sat on the red armchair, the fire once again so playful. She read only by the firelight, even if the words were hard to read, and it was bad for her eyes. She liked how it was. It was quiet, only with the crackles and sparks coming from the fireplace once in a while. She had been reading her little red book again, but she had only turned about two pages in an hour. Her mind wasn't focused on the book, and it was persisting to think about the silver-eyed boy. Hermione was frustrated, but couldn't help but let her mind drift away, trailing back to Draco. She felt as if the fire had gotten bigger, filling the room, as she remembered how he had grasped her arm, and said those words to her. His eyes hid nothing; there was no deny in a single fleck of his eyes. She had noticed he had changed, of course.. But also did her feelings for him. There was no doubt she was scared. She had fallen for him. Draco Malfoy. Even admitting it in her mind was frustrating and forceful, although she knew it was the truth.
She knew only disappointment could only be gotten from 'this'. She could already feel her heart folding, crumbling piece by piece. Every time he was around her, spoke to her, looked into her eyes, it was killing her. But she never wanted to be away from him. It murdered her to be far from him. It was so odd and strange; she couldn't help but groan, thinking about it. She stared at his door, which was only four long strides away from her. He wasn't there, she knew, but she wished he was. She wished he would come out and talk to her. She wished he would just come out, and let her stare into his eyes. For she knew it was there she saw eternity. And it was the eternity she wanted to be in. It was the eternity she longed to live in, the eternity that seemed so surreal. The eternity you could only dream of. It was weird that she saw it in his eyes, out of all the people. It scared her, angered her, frustrated her. But she thought it couldn't be found in a better person. She sighed.
She closed her book, and set it beside her. She watched the dancing flames, playing and chasing the shadows. She felt her hands getting cold, and clammy, as before. It was if the fire didn't bring out any heat, and she looked down. She remembered that night, just like this one, where she was reading this same book, but Draco was here. She remembered him watching her, and her watching him. He had looked so handsome, so unreal, when the shadows played across his flawless face. His eyes were hidden by the shadows, and it would've fooled anyone. But she saw the glimmer of them, and she could never miss them. His eyes, she sighed, looking back up at the bright but lazy flames. His eyes always put her in a trance. That trance that engulfed her, trapped her in. But the weird thing was, she wanted to be in that trance. She liked it. Every time she let his silver eyes bore through her, she got the feeling that he understood. That he knew what she was feeling, everything. His eyes told her, somehow. But what he didn't know, what she strained to hide, was.. That fall she had taken. The fall for him. She didn't know how he would react, she didn't even know how she would react if she told him. This, falling in love with him, was all so complicated, and nothing would be left from it but broken hearts. Hers was already in progress.
It was so unpredictable, she had never envisioned this.. Not in her whole life. Who knew that Draco Malfoy had one of the most captivating, deep eyes she's ever seen? Who knew he could understand her?
Who knew he could change?
Certainly not her. Last year, she wouldn't have given a rat's arse about him. But now, he was all she could think of. He was all she could dream of. She never knew she could care about anyone as strong as she cared for him. She never thought she could care for Draco Malfoy. Not in a million years. It terrified her, but she knew there was nothing she could do. But it was breaking her down, hammering everything she had inside of her. It was hurting her.
Every time he looked at her, pierced into her soul, she was getting even more confused and frustrated. He was hurting her. She was hurting her. Because every time he spoke to her, every time he was around her, she was reminded that he would never want to be with her. He would never fall for her, as she fell for him. He would never care for her, as she cared for him. Even with all his words that he had said, being so kind to her. It was all an act. It was all an act. Draco Malfoy would never do that for her. He would never ask her what was wrong, or worry about her.
He would laugh at her face as she cried. He would make rude and cruel remarks about her parents, her. He said he had changed, and she believed him. Because she wanted to, because she saw it in him. She saw the change, the shift. But why was it so hard? Why was it so hard to believe that he wasn't just doing this to hurt her, to humiliate her? Why..
Why did it drive her to tears just thinking about this? Just thinking about him?
She hastily wiped them away with her sleeve, and willed them to stop. She couldn't believe she had gotten so weak. Just then, she heard the door open. She looked up to see Draco Malfoy, staring back at her. He still had his robes on, his Prefect badge gleaming even with the little light provided.
Draco swallowed hard, as he walked over to her. He sat on the couch, admiring the flames. He remembered the night before, just like this one. The night where he had laughed with her, and the night where her brown eyes glimmered and sparkled. Which was very rare, now. He couldn't help but smile at the fact that he had made her happy, at least for a moment.
Half of her face was dark, because of the shadows. But she was silent, as she also looked at the flames. He couldn't see her red eyes, and Hermione was awfully glad for that.
" How was it? The patrolling around the corridors, I mean," she said, quietly, to him. Draco smiled faintly. So it was her who spoke first this time.
"It was alright, caught some couple going at it, although. It wasn't such a pretty sight." Hermione laughed, her graceful laughter filling the room. Draco could feel his insides melting. He looked at her, and she was smiling at the flames, but he knew she was truly smiling at him. He chuckled lightly.
"I haven't caught anyone yet. Feel I'm awfully lucky, though," she said softly.
"Oh, I think you're missing out on the fun, Granger," he laughed. "You don't see how red they turn when they see you."
Hermione smiled wider, almost that it almost reached her eyes.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Draco couldn't help but notice how quiet her voice was when she spoke to him. But even with its softness, and faintness, it still managed to fill his ears.
"but that's just another thing I've managed to be left out of," she faintly said. Draco sat up, his arms across his chest.
"What do you mean by that, Granger?" Hermione sighed, but nodded her head.
"It's nothing, forget it."
"No, tell me." She looked at him, her eyes sad. But Draco wasn't going to let her get away this time.
"You're not talking about Potter and Weasely, are you?" Hermione quickly turned her gaze away, to the ground.
"No, of course not," she said softly. Draco just looked at her, determined to break through her shield.
"I've seen how they treat you, Granger," he said to her. "Not exactly friendly." Hermione felt her anger boil.
"They treat me perfectly fine, Malfoy," she said to him, glaring at the ground. She felt as if her gaze could burn holes into the carpet. How did he know, anyway? Had he seen?
"I don't appreciate constant lies," he said. She looked up, and glared at him.
"I'm sorry, I missed the part where this was any of your business," she spat.
"I'm sorry, Granger, for acknowledging your mistreatment," his voice suddenly rose. Hermione was caught off guard by his words, but her anger towered. She stood up, her hands shaking.
"Where do you get off on telling me on mistreatment?" she shouted at him. Draco rose, his eyes glimmering with anger. Why was she so stubborn?
"I know you hate it, I've seen you. I've seen the way they forget you're there, and that hurt in your eyes. You try to pretend everything's okay when you're around them, but it's not!" he shouted at her. Hermione walked to him, shaking with anger.
"I think you've forgotten what role you've played in our lives, Malfoy," she said to him, harshly.
"I haven't forgotten, Granger," he spat.
"Then I advise you to stick your nose somewhere else," she shot at him. Draco glared at her, but she started walking past him, but he grabbed her arm and spun her around.
"You're not leaving. This is far from over," he snarled at her.
"You have no right to tell me what to do!" she shouted at him, trying to free herself from his grasp. But he was far too strong. She could feel his eyes burning into her, and the tears struggling to come out. She let out a strangled cry, as one slipped out. His hand seemed fiery, burning into her flesh. She had to get out. She had to run.
"Maybe not, but I'm tired of your lies!"
"Since when do you care, anyway, Malfoy?!" she suddenly shouted. Draco froze, and she jerked her arm away. Her brown eyes were flashing, and another tears rolled down her cheek.
"Since when do you ask me what's wrong?! Or whether my friends notice I'm there?!" She glared at him.
"Since when do you care about me?!"
Draco looked angrily at her, but didn't say anything. His stomach was churning with a burning white hot liquid, but it seemed to be freezing his insides.
"Answer me!" she shouted at him. "I demand you to answer me!"
Draco didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her. He wanted to. But he didn't want to. He couldn't. He should. He shouldn't. The tears in her eyes flooded, and he could see her tear-streaked face. He couldn't handle this. He turned to leave, but Hermione ran to block him.
"Answer me!" she yelled. "I need to know!"
"It's killing me, not knowing. Not knowing why you ask me if everything's alright, what's wrong. It's pure torture, not knowing why you're being like this to me. If you're just doing this to hurt me, to humiliate me later on, or if it's really true.. If you care about me.." She stared at him, but he said nothing. She felt her heart break, shattering.
"So it was all a game? It was all a foolish trick to try and break me?" Her voice broke as more tears came pouring out. Draco couldn't stand this; it was killing him. He had to say something. Do something.
" I should've known," she said, shaking her head. Some drops rained on the ground.
"You haven't changed, I should've known.. I was such a fool!" she yelled at herself, backing away. Draco looked at her with pleading eyes, but she refused to look up at him.
Just then, she did, her wet glossy eyes. Her lips trembling.
"I can't believe I believed you," she whispered. Just then, she turned, and Draco ran. He grabbed her hand, and he twisted her around. He raised his hands and framed her face, his hands and fingers seemed to be smoldering her skin. Before she could utter a word, his lips had crashed into hers.
She couldn't believe it. He was kissing her.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
okay, so Hermione knows Draco has changed, well, she has been.. But it was the first time he pointed it out to her.. So, on with! I think it's safe to tell you that there's a little (well, not really) surprise at the end of this chapter.. All I can say is that, it's about time!
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Dancing Shadows
Hermione sat on the red armchair, the fire once again so playful. She read only by the firelight, even if the words were hard to read, and it was bad for her eyes. She liked how it was. It was quiet, only with the crackles and sparks coming from the fireplace once in a while. She had been reading her little red book again, but she had only turned about two pages in an hour. Her mind wasn't focused on the book, and it was persisting to think about the silver-eyed boy. Hermione was frustrated, but couldn't help but let her mind drift away, trailing back to Draco. She felt as if the fire had gotten bigger, filling the room, as she remembered how he had grasped her arm, and said those words to her. His eyes hid nothing; there was no deny in a single fleck of his eyes. She had noticed he had changed, of course.. But also did her feelings for him. There was no doubt she was scared. She had fallen for him. Draco Malfoy. Even admitting it in her mind was frustrating and forceful, although she knew it was the truth.
She knew only disappointment could only be gotten from 'this'. She could already feel her heart folding, crumbling piece by piece. Every time he was around her, spoke to her, looked into her eyes, it was killing her. But she never wanted to be away from him. It murdered her to be far from him. It was so odd and strange; she couldn't help but groan, thinking about it. She stared at his door, which was only four long strides away from her. He wasn't there, she knew, but she wished he was. She wished he would come out and talk to her. She wished he would just come out, and let her stare into his eyes. For she knew it was there she saw eternity. And it was the eternity she wanted to be in. It was the eternity she longed to live in, the eternity that seemed so surreal. The eternity you could only dream of. It was weird that she saw it in his eyes, out of all the people. It scared her, angered her, frustrated her. But she thought it couldn't be found in a better person. She sighed.
She closed her book, and set it beside her. She watched the dancing flames, playing and chasing the shadows. She felt her hands getting cold, and clammy, as before. It was if the fire didn't bring out any heat, and she looked down. She remembered that night, just like this one, where she was reading this same book, but Draco was here. She remembered him watching her, and her watching him. He had looked so handsome, so unreal, when the shadows played across his flawless face. His eyes were hidden by the shadows, and it would've fooled anyone. But she saw the glimmer of them, and she could never miss them. His eyes, she sighed, looking back up at the bright but lazy flames. His eyes always put her in a trance. That trance that engulfed her, trapped her in. But the weird thing was, she wanted to be in that trance. She liked it. Every time she let his silver eyes bore through her, she got the feeling that he understood. That he knew what she was feeling, everything. His eyes told her, somehow. But what he didn't know, what she strained to hide, was.. That fall she had taken. The fall for him. She didn't know how he would react, she didn't even know how she would react if she told him. This, falling in love with him, was all so complicated, and nothing would be left from it but broken hearts. Hers was already in progress.
It was so unpredictable, she had never envisioned this.. Not in her whole life. Who knew that Draco Malfoy had one of the most captivating, deep eyes she's ever seen? Who knew he could understand her?
Who knew he could change?
Certainly not her. Last year, she wouldn't have given a rat's arse about him. But now, he was all she could think of. He was all she could dream of. She never knew she could care about anyone as strong as she cared for him. She never thought she could care for Draco Malfoy. Not in a million years. It terrified her, but she knew there was nothing she could do. But it was breaking her down, hammering everything she had inside of her. It was hurting her.
Every time he looked at her, pierced into her soul, she was getting even more confused and frustrated. He was hurting her. She was hurting her. Because every time he spoke to her, every time he was around her, she was reminded that he would never want to be with her. He would never fall for her, as she fell for him. He would never care for her, as she cared for him. Even with all his words that he had said, being so kind to her. It was all an act. It was all an act. Draco Malfoy would never do that for her. He would never ask her what was wrong, or worry about her.
He would laugh at her face as she cried. He would make rude and cruel remarks about her parents, her. He said he had changed, and she believed him. Because she wanted to, because she saw it in him. She saw the change, the shift. But why was it so hard? Why was it so hard to believe that he wasn't just doing this to hurt her, to humiliate her? Why..
Why did it drive her to tears just thinking about this? Just thinking about him?
She hastily wiped them away with her sleeve, and willed them to stop. She couldn't believe she had gotten so weak. Just then, she heard the door open. She looked up to see Draco Malfoy, staring back at her. He still had his robes on, his Prefect badge gleaming even with the little light provided.
Draco swallowed hard, as he walked over to her. He sat on the couch, admiring the flames. He remembered the night before, just like this one. The night where he had laughed with her, and the night where her brown eyes glimmered and sparkled. Which was very rare, now. He couldn't help but smile at the fact that he had made her happy, at least for a moment.
Half of her face was dark, because of the shadows. But she was silent, as she also looked at the flames. He couldn't see her red eyes, and Hermione was awfully glad for that.
" How was it? The patrolling around the corridors, I mean," she said, quietly, to him. Draco smiled faintly. So it was her who spoke first this time.
"It was alright, caught some couple going at it, although. It wasn't such a pretty sight." Hermione laughed, her graceful laughter filling the room. Draco could feel his insides melting. He looked at her, and she was smiling at the flames, but he knew she was truly smiling at him. He chuckled lightly.
"I haven't caught anyone yet. Feel I'm awfully lucky, though," she said softly.
"Oh, I think you're missing out on the fun, Granger," he laughed. "You don't see how red they turn when they see you."
Hermione smiled wider, almost that it almost reached her eyes.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Draco couldn't help but notice how quiet her voice was when she spoke to him. But even with its softness, and faintness, it still managed to fill his ears.
"but that's just another thing I've managed to be left out of," she faintly said. Draco sat up, his arms across his chest.
"What do you mean by that, Granger?" Hermione sighed, but nodded her head.
"It's nothing, forget it."
"No, tell me." She looked at him, her eyes sad. But Draco wasn't going to let her get away this time.
"You're not talking about Potter and Weasely, are you?" Hermione quickly turned her gaze away, to the ground.
"No, of course not," she said softly. Draco just looked at her, determined to break through her shield.
"I've seen how they treat you, Granger," he said to her. "Not exactly friendly." Hermione felt her anger boil.
"They treat me perfectly fine, Malfoy," she said to him, glaring at the ground. She felt as if her gaze could burn holes into the carpet. How did he know, anyway? Had he seen?
"I don't appreciate constant lies," he said. She looked up, and glared at him.
"I'm sorry, I missed the part where this was any of your business," she spat.
"I'm sorry, Granger, for acknowledging your mistreatment," his voice suddenly rose. Hermione was caught off guard by his words, but her anger towered. She stood up, her hands shaking.
"Where do you get off on telling me on mistreatment?" she shouted at him. Draco rose, his eyes glimmering with anger. Why was she so stubborn?
"I know you hate it, I've seen you. I've seen the way they forget you're there, and that hurt in your eyes. You try to pretend everything's okay when you're around them, but it's not!" he shouted at her. Hermione walked to him, shaking with anger.
"I think you've forgotten what role you've played in our lives, Malfoy," she said to him, harshly.
"I haven't forgotten, Granger," he spat.
"Then I advise you to stick your nose somewhere else," she shot at him. Draco glared at her, but she started walking past him, but he grabbed her arm and spun her around.
"You're not leaving. This is far from over," he snarled at her.
"You have no right to tell me what to do!" she shouted at him, trying to free herself from his grasp. But he was far too strong. She could feel his eyes burning into her, and the tears struggling to come out. She let out a strangled cry, as one slipped out. His hand seemed fiery, burning into her flesh. She had to get out. She had to run.
"Maybe not, but I'm tired of your lies!"
"Since when do you care, anyway, Malfoy?!" she suddenly shouted. Draco froze, and she jerked her arm away. Her brown eyes were flashing, and another tears rolled down her cheek.
"Since when do you ask me what's wrong?! Or whether my friends notice I'm there?!" She glared at him.
"Since when do you care about me?!"
Draco looked angrily at her, but didn't say anything. His stomach was churning with a burning white hot liquid, but it seemed to be freezing his insides.
"Answer me!" she shouted at him. "I demand you to answer me!"
Draco didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her. He wanted to. But he didn't want to. He couldn't. He should. He shouldn't. The tears in her eyes flooded, and he could see her tear-streaked face. He couldn't handle this. He turned to leave, but Hermione ran to block him.
"Answer me!" she yelled. "I need to know!"
"It's killing me, not knowing. Not knowing why you ask me if everything's alright, what's wrong. It's pure torture, not knowing why you're being like this to me. If you're just doing this to hurt me, to humiliate me later on, or if it's really true.. If you care about me.." She stared at him, but he said nothing. She felt her heart break, shattering.
"So it was all a game? It was all a foolish trick to try and break me?" Her voice broke as more tears came pouring out. Draco couldn't stand this; it was killing him. He had to say something. Do something.
" I should've known," she said, shaking her head. Some drops rained on the ground.
"You haven't changed, I should've known.. I was such a fool!" she yelled at herself, backing away. Draco looked at her with pleading eyes, but she refused to look up at him.
Just then, she did, her wet glossy eyes. Her lips trembling.
"I can't believe I believed you," she whispered. Just then, she turned, and Draco ran. He grabbed her hand, and he twisted her around. He raised his hands and framed her face, his hands and fingers seemed to be smoldering her skin. Before she could utter a word, his lips had crashed into hers.
She couldn't believe it. He was kissing her.