Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: Don't own characters, just the plot.
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thanks to all the reviewers!! I'll try to update as much as I can, but I think this week will be pretty busy for me.. (frown). Wish me luck! I hope I can still write a chapter everyday, but I don't know.
Thanks to my friend Rita, and my cousins Hannah and Sarah.
Sarah, this is for you.
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" When all I have is on the floor
divided, divided
When I'm a world away from peace
Behind your eyes is where I know
I'll find it, I'll find it.
'Cos who you are defines my dreams.
When I'm a broken hearted man
Complacent and tired
When I've been knocked out of the race
I've been a fool for long enough
To fight it, to fight it.
It's in your arms I find my place."
-'You Already Taken me There'
by Switchfoot.
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Rain
Draco and Hermione stood at the doors, looking uncertain. Sure, they've been in the Forbidden Forest before, but never when it was raining so hard you could hear it pounding on the windows, like stones. Hermione swallowed hard, and Draco looked at her. He smiled at her, as he held the handles of the doors. She felt the butterflies get faster, but his smile comforted her.
"Ready?" he asked her. She nodded, turning to stare ahead. He opened the doors, and they stepped out, into the rain.
The icy rain struck her hard, as if it were piercing her skin. The wind was frosty and she could feel even her toes freezing up. She grasped her cloak tightly, as the rain hit her hand, her knuckles and fingers feeling so numb it stung, they were turning deathly pale. She struggled to keep walking, as it seemed to wind and rain was pushing her back. Draco stole a glance at her, and he saw that she was having a great difficulty against this nature. He quickly walked closer besie her, and wrapped his arm around her. Hermione smiled up at him, feeling his strong arms around her. She felt little heat spreading through her. He just stared ahead, his hood on, the wind howling loudly. Finally they reached the Forbidden Forest, and they rushed inside. Hermione saw the familiar tree Hagrid had told her about, and crouched down. She got out a bag, and pulled out as many leaves of the plant as she could. She stuffed the bag into her pocket, and hurried to Draco, and they started walking towards the castle.
They stumbled into the castle, the absence of the biting wind and icy rain warming them. Draco panted hard, as he closed the door shut, and muttered a spell to keep it locked. Hermione held herself tightly; she could still the wind roaring in her ears, and her skin was still in shock of the intense weather. She gasped in air rapidly, until it was back to their normal pace. She opened her eyes, and turned. Draco was there, his cheeks flushed, but his eyes dark and glimmering. He was smiling at her, but only barely. He put his hood down, and ran a hand through his hair. His hair was damp and it shone even with little light. Hermione smiled at him, faintly.
"Thank you," she said quietly. He smiled, wider.
"You could've been killed, out there. Especially if you couldn't find your way back out," he said as he walked to her side. He smirked down at her, as she felt some color in her cheeks return. He looked so devishly handsome when he did that. "We better get back to our dorms," he said to her, and she nodded.
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They entered the common room, and both of them stripped off their wet cloaks. Draco quickly rushed to the fireplace, and got a blazing fire up with a spell. Hermione smiled, as she felt the heat fill the room, and her body warm up. Of course, the fire did little to cause that. She was watching him, his hair damp, his shirt slightly wet. It clung to his muscles, and she could feel shivers trace down her spin as she tried to imagine feeling them..
"You'd better change," he said to her, and she looked down. She blushed furiously, as she noticed she was wet also. But not so much. Not as much as him. She nodded at him, and hurried back into her room. She changed into a new pair of pajamas, a simple tank and dark flannel pants. She came back out, and saw that Draco was there, sitting on the couch, admiring the fire. She hesitated, and turned to go back into her room, but the sound of his voice stopped her.
"No, please. I want you to stay," he said to her, but his gaze was still on the fire. She felt her heart beating loudly, but she sighed as she closed the door, and walked towards the armchair she always sat in. She sat down, slightly uncomfortable, because now his gaze was on her. She stared back into his eyes, and she felt as if everything around her had faded. He had on a fit black t-shirt, and it made his eyes seem much lighter, but did little to hide his emotions. She could see.. She swallowed hard. Longing. And there was one more emotion that she could not read. It was unfamiliar to her. Or just unfamiliar to be seen in his eyes.
"My words struck you hard, didn't they?" he asked her quietly. She was caught off guard, but she just didn't answer. He went on, staring into her eyes.
"You.. You haven't been yourself lately, in class. The Professors are worried about you," he paused and looked down. "Even your little friends, Potter and Weasely." Hermione winced at the sound of their names. She looked at him, sadly.
"Felt I've lost all my energy, lately. Schoolwork's not such a priority anymore, nor is anything else. She looked down at her feet. "I don't know why. But, yes, partly, it was your words." She laughed emptily. "I don't even know what I'm doing hanging around with them. Maybe because I just wanted someplace to belong, and I didn't want to give that up yet. It made me blind, really."
"I'm sorry," he said to her. She looked up at him.
"Don't be." He sighed, and he thought saying sorry was supposed to lift this heavy weight on his heart, but it didn't even shift.
"Hermione.. You deserve so much better than them, I know you do."
"Don't say that," she whispered, feeling that pain return. Her heart was still aching, throbbing. Draco's eyes pleaded at her.
"It's the truth." Hermione stood up, and blinked back the tears.
"The truth is meant to be hidden, from some of us." Draco stood up also, and walked towards her. She made no move to back away.
"How do you know?" He asked her, softly. He was so close to her; not an inch away. He brought up his hand, and caressed her cheek, tilting her head up to face him. Hermione felt the smooth surface of his hand lay against her cheek, and she felt as if her nerves were going absolutely ballistic.
Draco smiled faintly at her, as he brought up his other hand and framed her face. "You don't."
Hermione felt as if she was lightheaded, and this was all some dream.. Everything around her seemed to be swirling except Draco, who was still as clear as day. His eyes were staring into hers, and she felt her knees go weak. His face was so close, and she closed her eyes, scared.
"Please, Draco," she whispered. "Don't kiss me."
"Why?" he whispered back to her.
"It hurts," she opened her eyes, and they were brimming with tears again. He stared at her, confused.
"Don't kiss me if you feel nothing for me. She untangled herself from him, and he looked at her, still puzzled.
"Don't kiss me if you don't mean it," she choked out, her hands trembling at her sides. He walked towards her, and she tried to back away, but it seemed as if her feet were rooted to the ground. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and held her close. Hermione could feel the tears slipping out. What was he doing?
He raised his hand, and caressed her cheek, his eyes deep. She swallowed hard, her heart hammering in her chest.
"I can't stop thinking about you, every single day, every single night. You haunt me, even in my dreams. I find myself worrying about you.. More than I ever have in my whole life... I care about you, Hermione. More than you could ever know." He swallowed hard, his eyes searching hers. "You mean everything to me.. Is that nothing?" Just then, without a single second of hesitation, his lips swept down to meet hers.
Hermione felt as if everything could've crumbled down around them, and she wouldn't even notice it. She was still processing his words in her head, but it was awfully hard when he was kissing her so passionately, so sensually. His voice echoed, his words bounced off her ears. She still couldn't believe it.
He held her even more tightly against him, every single part of her body pressing against his, and she made no move to retreat. Embers and flashes crackled through her veins, her mind felt as it had just died, and she couldn't care less. His lips molded against hers, as she parted her lips, and his tongue danced with hers. A great wave of warmth covered her, spreading through her skin.. Her insides felt as if they were feverish.. She raised her hands, and let them entangle themselves in his silky hair, as he deepened the kiss even more.
The fire was getting lazy and weak, with no one to tend for it. Hermione was lost, wrapped in his strong, warm embrace, his kisses so sweet and addicting.
She felt as if she had vanished from reality. From the reality where Slytherins and Gryffindors were segregated by their hate and rivalry.. From the reality where purebloods were to be cherished and not to be soiled by contact with Mudbloods.. From the reality where mudbloods were shunned and despised by the purebloods. Reality had disappeared, it had faded.
The whole world had vanished, taking every single thing with it. And neither one of them, Draco or Hermione, seemed to mind. No, not at all.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: Don't own characters, just the plot.
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thanks to all the reviewers!! I'll try to update as much as I can, but I think this week will be pretty busy for me.. (frown). Wish me luck! I hope I can still write a chapter everyday, but I don't know.
Thanks to my friend Rita, and my cousins Hannah and Sarah.
Sarah, this is for you.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
" When all I have is on the floor
divided, divided
When I'm a world away from peace
Behind your eyes is where I know
I'll find it, I'll find it.
'Cos who you are defines my dreams.
When I'm a broken hearted man
Complacent and tired
When I've been knocked out of the race
I've been a fool for long enough
To fight it, to fight it.
It's in your arms I find my place."
-'You Already Taken me There'
by Switchfoot.
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Rain
Draco and Hermione stood at the doors, looking uncertain. Sure, they've been in the Forbidden Forest before, but never when it was raining so hard you could hear it pounding on the windows, like stones. Hermione swallowed hard, and Draco looked at her. He smiled at her, as he held the handles of the doors. She felt the butterflies get faster, but his smile comforted her.
"Ready?" he asked her. She nodded, turning to stare ahead. He opened the doors, and they stepped out, into the rain.
The icy rain struck her hard, as if it were piercing her skin. The wind was frosty and she could feel even her toes freezing up. She grasped her cloak tightly, as the rain hit her hand, her knuckles and fingers feeling so numb it stung, they were turning deathly pale. She struggled to keep walking, as it seemed to wind and rain was pushing her back. Draco stole a glance at her, and he saw that she was having a great difficulty against this nature. He quickly walked closer besie her, and wrapped his arm around her. Hermione smiled up at him, feeling his strong arms around her. She felt little heat spreading through her. He just stared ahead, his hood on, the wind howling loudly. Finally they reached the Forbidden Forest, and they rushed inside. Hermione saw the familiar tree Hagrid had told her about, and crouched down. She got out a bag, and pulled out as many leaves of the plant as she could. She stuffed the bag into her pocket, and hurried to Draco, and they started walking towards the castle.
They stumbled into the castle, the absence of the biting wind and icy rain warming them. Draco panted hard, as he closed the door shut, and muttered a spell to keep it locked. Hermione held herself tightly; she could still the wind roaring in her ears, and her skin was still in shock of the intense weather. She gasped in air rapidly, until it was back to their normal pace. She opened her eyes, and turned. Draco was there, his cheeks flushed, but his eyes dark and glimmering. He was smiling at her, but only barely. He put his hood down, and ran a hand through his hair. His hair was damp and it shone even with little light. Hermione smiled at him, faintly.
"Thank you," she said quietly. He smiled, wider.
"You could've been killed, out there. Especially if you couldn't find your way back out," he said as he walked to her side. He smirked down at her, as she felt some color in her cheeks return. He looked so devishly handsome when he did that. "We better get back to our dorms," he said to her, and she nodded.
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They entered the common room, and both of them stripped off their wet cloaks. Draco quickly rushed to the fireplace, and got a blazing fire up with a spell. Hermione smiled, as she felt the heat fill the room, and her body warm up. Of course, the fire did little to cause that. She was watching him, his hair damp, his shirt slightly wet. It clung to his muscles, and she could feel shivers trace down her spin as she tried to imagine feeling them..
"You'd better change," he said to her, and she looked down. She blushed furiously, as she noticed she was wet also. But not so much. Not as much as him. She nodded at him, and hurried back into her room. She changed into a new pair of pajamas, a simple tank and dark flannel pants. She came back out, and saw that Draco was there, sitting on the couch, admiring the fire. She hesitated, and turned to go back into her room, but the sound of his voice stopped her.
"No, please. I want you to stay," he said to her, but his gaze was still on the fire. She felt her heart beating loudly, but she sighed as she closed the door, and walked towards the armchair she always sat in. She sat down, slightly uncomfortable, because now his gaze was on her. She stared back into his eyes, and she felt as if everything around her had faded. He had on a fit black t-shirt, and it made his eyes seem much lighter, but did little to hide his emotions. She could see.. She swallowed hard. Longing. And there was one more emotion that she could not read. It was unfamiliar to her. Or just unfamiliar to be seen in his eyes.
"My words struck you hard, didn't they?" he asked her quietly. She was caught off guard, but she just didn't answer. He went on, staring into her eyes.
"You.. You haven't been yourself lately, in class. The Professors are worried about you," he paused and looked down. "Even your little friends, Potter and Weasely." Hermione winced at the sound of their names. She looked at him, sadly.
"Felt I've lost all my energy, lately. Schoolwork's not such a priority anymore, nor is anything else. She looked down at her feet. "I don't know why. But, yes, partly, it was your words." She laughed emptily. "I don't even know what I'm doing hanging around with them. Maybe because I just wanted someplace to belong, and I didn't want to give that up yet. It made me blind, really."
"I'm sorry," he said to her. She looked up at him.
"Don't be." He sighed, and he thought saying sorry was supposed to lift this heavy weight on his heart, but it didn't even shift.
"Hermione.. You deserve so much better than them, I know you do."
"Don't say that," she whispered, feeling that pain return. Her heart was still aching, throbbing. Draco's eyes pleaded at her.
"It's the truth." Hermione stood up, and blinked back the tears.
"The truth is meant to be hidden, from some of us." Draco stood up also, and walked towards her. She made no move to back away.
"How do you know?" He asked her, softly. He was so close to her; not an inch away. He brought up his hand, and caressed her cheek, tilting her head up to face him. Hermione felt the smooth surface of his hand lay against her cheek, and she felt as if her nerves were going absolutely ballistic.
Draco smiled faintly at her, as he brought up his other hand and framed her face. "You don't."
Hermione felt as if she was lightheaded, and this was all some dream.. Everything around her seemed to be swirling except Draco, who was still as clear as day. His eyes were staring into hers, and she felt her knees go weak. His face was so close, and she closed her eyes, scared.
"Please, Draco," she whispered. "Don't kiss me."
"Why?" he whispered back to her.
"It hurts," she opened her eyes, and they were brimming with tears again. He stared at her, confused.
"Don't kiss me if you feel nothing for me. She untangled herself from him, and he looked at her, still puzzled.
"Don't kiss me if you don't mean it," she choked out, her hands trembling at her sides. He walked towards her, and she tried to back away, but it seemed as if her feet were rooted to the ground. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and held her close. Hermione could feel the tears slipping out. What was he doing?
He raised his hand, and caressed her cheek, his eyes deep. She swallowed hard, her heart hammering in her chest.
"I can't stop thinking about you, every single day, every single night. You haunt me, even in my dreams. I find myself worrying about you.. More than I ever have in my whole life... I care about you, Hermione. More than you could ever know." He swallowed hard, his eyes searching hers. "You mean everything to me.. Is that nothing?" Just then, without a single second of hesitation, his lips swept down to meet hers.
Hermione felt as if everything could've crumbled down around them, and she wouldn't even notice it. She was still processing his words in her head, but it was awfully hard when he was kissing her so passionately, so sensually. His voice echoed, his words bounced off her ears. She still couldn't believe it.
He held her even more tightly against him, every single part of her body pressing against his, and she made no move to retreat. Embers and flashes crackled through her veins, her mind felt as it had just died, and she couldn't care less. His lips molded against hers, as she parted her lips, and his tongue danced with hers. A great wave of warmth covered her, spreading through her skin.. Her insides felt as if they were feverish.. She raised her hands, and let them entangle themselves in his silky hair, as he deepened the kiss even more.
The fire was getting lazy and weak, with no one to tend for it. Hermione was lost, wrapped in his strong, warm embrace, his kisses so sweet and addicting.
She felt as if she had vanished from reality. From the reality where Slytherins and Gryffindors were segregated by their hate and rivalry.. From the reality where purebloods were to be cherished and not to be soiled by contact with Mudbloods.. From the reality where mudbloods were shunned and despised by the purebloods. Reality had disappeared, it had faded.
The whole world had vanished, taking every single thing with it. And neither one of them, Draco or Hermione, seemed to mind. No, not at all.