Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: Don't own characters, just plot.
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Oh my goodness.. MY REVIEWERS, YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY!!! You don't even know it, haha.. hope you like this chap as much as my other chapters.. and review, as always!! I need motivation, haha.
To my teacher, Mrs. Delong. Thanks for being so cool and understanding. This is for you.
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'Oh you're so beautiful, with an edge
and a charm
but oh so careful when I'm in your arms'
-'Building a Mystery'
by Sarah Mclachlan
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Difficult Apologies
Hermione and Draco slowly pulled back, and she rested her head against his chest, inhaling his spicy scent. Draco stroked her hair; the world seemed to have stopped spinning. Hermione tried to shallow her breathing, but she was still finding hard to believe this had happened. All of it. She could hear his heart beating, underneath his thin shirt, and felt his chest slowly move up and down, taking in one breath at a time. She was well aware of his soft fingers running through her hair, sending warm splintering crackles throughout her body. She sighed, and pulled back, slowly. Draco stared into her deep chocolate eyes, holding her close. He doubted he could ever let her go. And if he was able to, his hands, his body would miss her tepid presence against him so much that he would lie awake all night. Trembling as the cold overtook the tenderness and warmth he once held and felt. Just thinking of it made his grasp tighten on her.
"How.. How did this happen?" she asked him, softly. He raised his hand, and laid his palm against her cheek.
"I'd be lying if I said I knew," he whispered to her. Hermione sighed, her eyes melting everything inside of him.
"What are we going to do?"
"What can we do? There's.. Ignore each other and act as if nothing had happened, totally ignore our feelings. Or be with each other and be happy." He smirked at her, causing one of her breaths to be caught in her throat. "To be honest, I'd rather much like choice number two, but then again, it is your choice." She looked down, uncertain.
"Aren't you worried.. About what your housemates will think? Surely that means something to you." He heard sadness in her voice. He smiled at her.
"Maybe once upon a time, but I couldn't give a rat's arse about what the little pricks thought now." Hermione smiled faintly at his comment. "What about you," he asked, holding her closer. "Worried about what the little Gryffindors will think?"
She shook her head, but slowly. "It's not that. It's just.. I have to tell Harry and Ron, and I'm not sure how they'll take it." Draco scowled at the mention of their names, and looked down. But he didn't let go of her.
"Draco, I have to tell them."
"Why? Because it's just now that they happened to realize that you're there?" he snapped at her. Draco immediately saw his mistake, as he saw hurt cloud her eyes. She turned away, and Draco could feel his heart buckling. How did he always manage to hurt her with his blasted words?
"Because they're my best friends," she said softly, almost inaudible to his ears. "I understand you don't like them, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't tell them anything because you hate them."
"They'll come after me with a stake, chanting bloody curses," he muttered under his breath, still furious at the thought of the two pricks. Hermione looked at him sadly, pained. But she swallowed hard, and spoke, her voice quivering.
"Alright then.. If you don't want them to know so much, maybe we can keep it quiet for a while. But nothing's guaranteed on how long," she sighed. Draco looked at her; he saw the way she avoided his gaze, the way she looked down and anywhere else but up at him. He could feel the guilt quickly spreading throughout him. But he just couldn't stand Potter and that Weasely.. He knew he should just say that she could tell them, but it seemed that his hate for them ran deeper than he knew. He saw the hurt in her eyes, even though she wasn't brave enough to look up at him. He sighed, and kissed her softly on the forehead. Hermione shut her eyes, savoring the feel of his soft lips against her skin.
"For a while, at least. When it comes out, then I'll be ready. I'm sure I will."
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Hermione entered the Great Hall, and sat at her usual corner, alone. She heard a few whispers and mumbles as she passed, but didn't mind it. She looked up from her plate, and saw Draco smiling at her, his deep silver eyes sparkling. She felt that wave of heat wash through her, as she smiled back at him. Just then, she felt a slight breeze gust across her, and she turned and laid her eyes on her two friends. They sat next to her, their plates filled. She looked at their expressions; Harry was worried, Ron was confused and concerned. Hermione felt a slight annoyance rush through her veins, but she didn't say anything, as she just turned back to her plate.
"Er. Hermione?" Harry said. Hermione took a bite of her French toast, and didn't say anything. She could feel Draco's piercing gaze on her; on them. Just then she felt a warm pressure on her shoulder. She quickly looked at them.
"Is there anything bothering you?" Hermione scowled at them, now very very irritated.
"You two are the most dense people I have ever met in my life!" she said to them. Harry had this apologetic look on his face, but she wasn't about to fall for it.
"We're sorry, Hermione. We really are. We just.. We get carried away sometimes."
"You've got some nerve, Harry Potter," she said to him, huffily. "First, you ignore me-"
"Not on purpose!" Ron cut in.
"-Now you're," she sighed, frustrated. "You two are despicable!" Ron frowned at her. Hermione glared at him.
"Don't you dare, Ron. I don't fall for your bloody lame facial expressions."
"Hermione, we're just trying to apologize!"
"Oh yeah, and you are doing such a good job at it!" She yelled, sarcastically. Ron glared at her, his blue eyes narrowing into slits.
"Give us a break! It's not our fault we find your endless rambling about bloody Hogwarts a bloody history so bloody boring!" Harry gaped at his friend, who was still fuming. He certainly knew he had struck a nerve. Especially when he started insulting her study habits, or books and whatnot. Hermione glared knives at him; her anger seeping further and deeper down she could ever know it would. Hermione inhaled sharply, and got up, grabbing her bookbag.
Ron glared at her. "Where are you going?"
She turned and gave him another rock splintering glare, and went out of the Great Hall. Draco stared after her; what had the bloody pricks done now?
Harry glared at Ron, who was still glowering at the doors that Hermione had just walked out of.
"What is your problem?!" he whispered harshly to his friend. Ron turned to Harry, still angry.
"It's not our fault she's so bloody stubborn!" Harry's emerald eyes flashed.
"You prick! Why can't you just.." Harry let out a frustrated groan, and stood up. Ron stared at him questionably.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked him. Harry looked angrily at him.
"To apologize. Properly. You stay here. Before you get hexed BY THE BOTH OF US," he snapped at him, and hurriedly walked out of the Great Hall. Harry ran out the Great Hall, and looked around. She was nowhere to be found. He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. Where could she be? An idea struck him, and he ran down the corridor.
He burst through the library doors, and looked for her. He scanned the shelves, hurriedly walking up and down the aisles. Just then, he reached the last row of books, and he heard rapid breathing. He paused, and started walking much slower. He silently peered through the bookshelf, and saw Hermione there, sitting on the ground, head in her hands. He watched her, his emerald eyes softening at the sight of her. Finally, after a few moments, he emerged from behind the bookshelf, and Hermione froze. She looked up and saw Harry. Harry smiled apologetically at her, as he walked to beside her and sat down.
"We really are sorry, you know," he said to her, staring up at the rows of books on the wall. Hermione took her head off her hands, and looked at the books too.
"For what? Ignoring me? Being bored to death by my talks about literature? Becoming friends with such a geek like me?"
Harry looked at her, his eyes pleading. He took her hand in his, and he squeezed it.
"For not noticing sooner. We really didn't mean to ignore you, you should know that. It's well.. I know we really haven't explained our sudden exits, but it's just because we've been helping Hagrid.. With uh, some business."
"And you felt it was something you had to hide from me?" She asked him, her eyes sorrowful.
"Hagrid said not to tell anyone else, even you. I'm sorry. I really would've told you, believe me. But I had to keep his word." Hermione nodded, and wondered if this was how it was going to be when they found out about her and Draco. Inside her heart was tugging again, saying she should tell Harry now; after all he would understand. Right? But even further, deep down, she knew Harry would never understand. He hated Draco. Draco hated him. She stood in between the two foes. And she had crossed the line. She had a bad feeling Harry wouldn't and couldn't understand even if he tried to, for her sake. She felt the warmth of his hand enveloping hers on the carpeted floor, and that made her heart fold.
"We really are sorry," he said. Hermione nodded.
"Alright then." Harry smiled at her, but something inside him was nagging him.. It was saying something was wrong. By that far away and worried look in her eyes; he could tell she was hiding something.
"You alright?" He asked her. She didn't turn to look at him, but merely just stared up at the books.
"So.. You think it's okay to keep things from friends?" she asked him. Harry gave her a puzzled look.
"It depends what it is."
"Maybe.. For the sake of a friend, like in your case, Hagrid?"
Harry nodded slowly, not knowing where this was going. "I guess so." Hermione stared dully at the wall. Harry looked at her, worried.
"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked her, concern flickering in his green eyes. Hermione turned to him. She felt so fake. She felt like a liar. A traitor.
She smiled at him.
"I'm fine, Harry."
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: Don't own characters, just plot.
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Oh my goodness.. MY REVIEWERS, YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY!!! You don't even know it, haha.. hope you like this chap as much as my other chapters.. and review, as always!! I need motivation, haha.
To my teacher, Mrs. Delong. Thanks for being so cool and understanding. This is for you.
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'Oh you're so beautiful, with an edge
and a charm
but oh so careful when I'm in your arms'
-'Building a Mystery'
by Sarah Mclachlan
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Difficult Apologies
Hermione and Draco slowly pulled back, and she rested her head against his chest, inhaling his spicy scent. Draco stroked her hair; the world seemed to have stopped spinning. Hermione tried to shallow her breathing, but she was still finding hard to believe this had happened. All of it. She could hear his heart beating, underneath his thin shirt, and felt his chest slowly move up and down, taking in one breath at a time. She was well aware of his soft fingers running through her hair, sending warm splintering crackles throughout her body. She sighed, and pulled back, slowly. Draco stared into her deep chocolate eyes, holding her close. He doubted he could ever let her go. And if he was able to, his hands, his body would miss her tepid presence against him so much that he would lie awake all night. Trembling as the cold overtook the tenderness and warmth he once held and felt. Just thinking of it made his grasp tighten on her.
"How.. How did this happen?" she asked him, softly. He raised his hand, and laid his palm against her cheek.
"I'd be lying if I said I knew," he whispered to her. Hermione sighed, her eyes melting everything inside of him.
"What are we going to do?"
"What can we do? There's.. Ignore each other and act as if nothing had happened, totally ignore our feelings. Or be with each other and be happy." He smirked at her, causing one of her breaths to be caught in her throat. "To be honest, I'd rather much like choice number two, but then again, it is your choice." She looked down, uncertain.
"Aren't you worried.. About what your housemates will think? Surely that means something to you." He heard sadness in her voice. He smiled at her.
"Maybe once upon a time, but I couldn't give a rat's arse about what the little pricks thought now." Hermione smiled faintly at his comment. "What about you," he asked, holding her closer. "Worried about what the little Gryffindors will think?"
She shook her head, but slowly. "It's not that. It's just.. I have to tell Harry and Ron, and I'm not sure how they'll take it." Draco scowled at the mention of their names, and looked down. But he didn't let go of her.
"Draco, I have to tell them."
"Why? Because it's just now that they happened to realize that you're there?" he snapped at her. Draco immediately saw his mistake, as he saw hurt cloud her eyes. She turned away, and Draco could feel his heart buckling. How did he always manage to hurt her with his blasted words?
"Because they're my best friends," she said softly, almost inaudible to his ears. "I understand you don't like them, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't tell them anything because you hate them."
"They'll come after me with a stake, chanting bloody curses," he muttered under his breath, still furious at the thought of the two pricks. Hermione looked at him sadly, pained. But she swallowed hard, and spoke, her voice quivering.
"Alright then.. If you don't want them to know so much, maybe we can keep it quiet for a while. But nothing's guaranteed on how long," she sighed. Draco looked at her; he saw the way she avoided his gaze, the way she looked down and anywhere else but up at him. He could feel the guilt quickly spreading throughout him. But he just couldn't stand Potter and that Weasely.. He knew he should just say that she could tell them, but it seemed that his hate for them ran deeper than he knew. He saw the hurt in her eyes, even though she wasn't brave enough to look up at him. He sighed, and kissed her softly on the forehead. Hermione shut her eyes, savoring the feel of his soft lips against her skin.
"For a while, at least. When it comes out, then I'll be ready. I'm sure I will."
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Hermione entered the Great Hall, and sat at her usual corner, alone. She heard a few whispers and mumbles as she passed, but didn't mind it. She looked up from her plate, and saw Draco smiling at her, his deep silver eyes sparkling. She felt that wave of heat wash through her, as she smiled back at him. Just then, she felt a slight breeze gust across her, and she turned and laid her eyes on her two friends. They sat next to her, their plates filled. She looked at their expressions; Harry was worried, Ron was confused and concerned. Hermione felt a slight annoyance rush through her veins, but she didn't say anything, as she just turned back to her plate.
"Er. Hermione?" Harry said. Hermione took a bite of her French toast, and didn't say anything. She could feel Draco's piercing gaze on her; on them. Just then she felt a warm pressure on her shoulder. She quickly looked at them.
"Is there anything bothering you?" Hermione scowled at them, now very very irritated.
"You two are the most dense people I have ever met in my life!" she said to them. Harry had this apologetic look on his face, but she wasn't about to fall for it.
"We're sorry, Hermione. We really are. We just.. We get carried away sometimes."
"You've got some nerve, Harry Potter," she said to him, huffily. "First, you ignore me-"
"Not on purpose!" Ron cut in.
"-Now you're," she sighed, frustrated. "You two are despicable!" Ron frowned at her. Hermione glared at him.
"Don't you dare, Ron. I don't fall for your bloody lame facial expressions."
"Hermione, we're just trying to apologize!"
"Oh yeah, and you are doing such a good job at it!" She yelled, sarcastically. Ron glared at her, his blue eyes narrowing into slits.
"Give us a break! It's not our fault we find your endless rambling about bloody Hogwarts a bloody history so bloody boring!" Harry gaped at his friend, who was still fuming. He certainly knew he had struck a nerve. Especially when he started insulting her study habits, or books and whatnot. Hermione glared knives at him; her anger seeping further and deeper down she could ever know it would. Hermione inhaled sharply, and got up, grabbing her bookbag.
Ron glared at her. "Where are you going?"
She turned and gave him another rock splintering glare, and went out of the Great Hall. Draco stared after her; what had the bloody pricks done now?
Harry glared at Ron, who was still glowering at the doors that Hermione had just walked out of.
"What is your problem?!" he whispered harshly to his friend. Ron turned to Harry, still angry.
"It's not our fault she's so bloody stubborn!" Harry's emerald eyes flashed.
"You prick! Why can't you just.." Harry let out a frustrated groan, and stood up. Ron stared at him questionably.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked him. Harry looked angrily at him.
"To apologize. Properly. You stay here. Before you get hexed BY THE BOTH OF US," he snapped at him, and hurriedly walked out of the Great Hall. Harry ran out the Great Hall, and looked around. She was nowhere to be found. He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair. Where could she be? An idea struck him, and he ran down the corridor.
He burst through the library doors, and looked for her. He scanned the shelves, hurriedly walking up and down the aisles. Just then, he reached the last row of books, and he heard rapid breathing. He paused, and started walking much slower. He silently peered through the bookshelf, and saw Hermione there, sitting on the ground, head in her hands. He watched her, his emerald eyes softening at the sight of her. Finally, after a few moments, he emerged from behind the bookshelf, and Hermione froze. She looked up and saw Harry. Harry smiled apologetically at her, as he walked to beside her and sat down.
"We really are sorry, you know," he said to her, staring up at the rows of books on the wall. Hermione took her head off her hands, and looked at the books too.
"For what? Ignoring me? Being bored to death by my talks about literature? Becoming friends with such a geek like me?"
Harry looked at her, his eyes pleading. He took her hand in his, and he squeezed it.
"For not noticing sooner. We really didn't mean to ignore you, you should know that. It's well.. I know we really haven't explained our sudden exits, but it's just because we've been helping Hagrid.. With uh, some business."
"And you felt it was something you had to hide from me?" She asked him, her eyes sorrowful.
"Hagrid said not to tell anyone else, even you. I'm sorry. I really would've told you, believe me. But I had to keep his word." Hermione nodded, and wondered if this was how it was going to be when they found out about her and Draco. Inside her heart was tugging again, saying she should tell Harry now; after all he would understand. Right? But even further, deep down, she knew Harry would never understand. He hated Draco. Draco hated him. She stood in between the two foes. And she had crossed the line. She had a bad feeling Harry wouldn't and couldn't understand even if he tried to, for her sake. She felt the warmth of his hand enveloping hers on the carpeted floor, and that made her heart fold.
"We really are sorry," he said. Hermione nodded.
"Alright then." Harry smiled at her, but something inside him was nagging him.. It was saying something was wrong. By that far away and worried look in her eyes; he could tell she was hiding something.
"You alright?" He asked her. She didn't turn to look at him, but merely just stared up at the books.
"So.. You think it's okay to keep things from friends?" she asked him. Harry gave her a puzzled look.
"It depends what it is."
"Maybe.. For the sake of a friend, like in your case, Hagrid?"
Harry nodded slowly, not knowing where this was going. "I guess so." Hermione stared dully at the wall. Harry looked at her, worried.
"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked her, concern flickering in his green eyes. Hermione turned to him. She felt so fake. She felt like a liar. A traitor.
She smiled at him.
"I'm fine, Harry."