Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own the characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.. I do own the plot, though, of course.
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well.. I basically have no idea what's going to happen in this chapter.. So I guess I'll just see along with you guys. Thanks to the reviewers!! Sorry if my chapters haven't been all that good, lately.. No motivation.. NEED MOTIVATION!!
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Beautiful
Harry sat down next to Hermione, staring out at the lake. He had spotted her here, coming from the boy's dormitories to come and look for her. He felt like talking to her, though he had nothing to say. Harry looked over at her; she had a content smile on her face, and he felt this releasing warmth wash over him. He hadn't seen her smile in so long. He turned back to the view, and saw that the sky was truly blue.. The clouds were white and wispy, swirling. It was beautiful, but it was the kind of beauty that was often ignored. They had seen it so much, too much, was probably the reason. But Harry was observant, and didn't let the things he saw so often become numb to him. Much like Hermione, sitting beside him. He turned to her, watching her just watch the sky, happy and patient.
Her brown eyes were sparkling, the breeze slightly blowing a couple of strands across her face. No one had considered her 'special,' maybe. Every one of the boys said she was just average looking. But Harry knew better. He thought she was stunning, the natural kind of beauty you could never purchase at a wizarding store, or get from a potion. Or even muggle surgery. Sometimes he would observe her, as she looked through the magazines Lavender shoved in her face, and she'd pretend to be disgusted by all those women.. But even after they had left, harry would watch her, as she flipped through them, pausing once in a while to gaze at the women that dominated the pages. He knew what she was thinking. He knew she thought she wasn't a least bit pretty. But even though he would try to insist that it was all airbrushing, or some magical thing to make them look good, she just put away the magazine and smiled at him.
"It's just rubbish, Harry," she would say to him, and he dropped it. Because that clearly meant she didn't want to talk about it anymore. But she thought about it often, Harry often saw that look in her eyes when a pretty girl passed by. He wished she would just let him tell her she was beautiful. He wished she would just let herself believe. Even for just a moment.
"It's just.. Magical, isn't it, Harry?" she smiled. Harry nodded, smiling faintly as he looked out into the indigo sky. She sighed, as she felt another passing wind comb through her tresses, kiss her cheeks.
"It's hard to believe.. It doesn't even have s speck of magic init, at least not that I know of." She laughed lightly.
"This kind of beauty, nature's beauty, is often.. Well, not seen. Because people just pass by it, one glance, not even giving it a single thought," he said. Hermione smiled and nodded, and they sat in silence for a while, just admiring the scenery.
"How's.. How's Ron?" she asked, quietly.
"He's fine, actually.. Don't mind him, Hermione. You know he could be such a prick sometimes," Harry grinned at her. Hermione lay silent, just looking ahead. Harry got the feeling that she was trying hard to avoid something.
"Hermione.." He sighed. "You've.. I've noticed you've been far off lately.. Is there something you want to tell me?" He asked her, softly. Hermione knew she could tell him. Right now. But what about Draco? He had told her.. Hermione was battling with her conscience, over what was right and what she had said she wouldn't do. She could herself becoming a wreck underneath his emerald gaze, just watching her.. Waiting for her to say something.. Waiting for her to just tell him.
But she just couldn't.
"It's nothing, Harry," she choked out, trying to sound casual.
"So, there is something."
She winced, catching her mistake. "No.. I just.. I've just been really tired lately, is all. Don't worry," she managed to smile at him, but just barely.
Harry searched her eyes, as he took her hand and captured it with his. He held it tight, trying to reassure her, whatever it was she was worried about. She just didn't know how well he could read her. Her lies were just about as useless as Ron's textbooks were to him. But he didn't ant to push it; whatever it was, she would tell him. At the right time. Wouldn't she?
"You can tell me," he said to her. She felt the warmth of Harry's hand spreading to hers, and tracing up her arm. She swallowed hard.
"I know," she whispered to him. He smiled at her weakly, but it was a sad sort of smile. She wasn't going to tell him. Not today, anyway.
She looked into his jade green eyes; they always managed to soothe her, somehow. She couldn't help but feel safe with him beside her. Maybe that was the reason she was scared out of her mind to tell him. She didn't want to lose her friends; especially Harry. He was her safeguard, before Draco came in. He used to be the one to stay with her, to comfort her.. She smiled at him, solemnly. She wanted to tell him. Didn't want to lose him. Wanted to keep his trust. Didn't want to break his heart. She wanted to get rid of this heavy weight upon her heart.
But couldn't.
She couldn't.
She couldn't tell him.
Not when he was here, appreciating this moment. She couldn't bear to see the look of betrayal in his eyes when she would tell him. She couldn't be able to see him look at her, as if.. As if she was a stranger.
As if the old Hermione had vanished right before his eyes, and who now stood before him was a traitor.
She wasn't a traitor. She didn't betray anyone. They had never told her never to fall in love with Draco. They had never set rules, saying she wasn't allowed to like kissing him, or like the feeling of his warm arms around her. They hadn't told her any of that.
But then why did she feel like she had crossed the line? Stepped out of the boundary? If she hadn't done anything wrong.. Why was she feeling so nervous, so guilty?
But maybe he would understand. Maybe he would just nod at her and walk away. Hermione cringed. That was worse. Harry not speaking to her.. She would rather him yelling at her. At least she knew what he felt and was letting it out. Bottled up emotions could never lead to anything good. But was the hate so great between Draco and Harry that.. They couldn't just push it aside for a moment? For her?
Harry grinned at her, his raven hair still messy and tousled, his emerald eyes sparkling. He turned away, his hand still holding hers.
She swallowed hard, and tried to enjoy the view again. But she couldn't. The guilt and that infection had grown bigger, seeped in deeper.
She hoped they would understand.
She prayed they would.
But doubt clouded over all her optimistic thoughts.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own the characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.. I do own the plot, though, of course.
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well.. I basically have no idea what's going to happen in this chapter.. So I guess I'll just see along with you guys. Thanks to the reviewers!! Sorry if my chapters haven't been all that good, lately.. No motivation.. NEED MOTIVATION!!
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Beautiful
Harry sat down next to Hermione, staring out at the lake. He had spotted her here, coming from the boy's dormitories to come and look for her. He felt like talking to her, though he had nothing to say. Harry looked over at her; she had a content smile on her face, and he felt this releasing warmth wash over him. He hadn't seen her smile in so long. He turned back to the view, and saw that the sky was truly blue.. The clouds were white and wispy, swirling. It was beautiful, but it was the kind of beauty that was often ignored. They had seen it so much, too much, was probably the reason. But Harry was observant, and didn't let the things he saw so often become numb to him. Much like Hermione, sitting beside him. He turned to her, watching her just watch the sky, happy and patient.
Her brown eyes were sparkling, the breeze slightly blowing a couple of strands across her face. No one had considered her 'special,' maybe. Every one of the boys said she was just average looking. But Harry knew better. He thought she was stunning, the natural kind of beauty you could never purchase at a wizarding store, or get from a potion. Or even muggle surgery. Sometimes he would observe her, as she looked through the magazines Lavender shoved in her face, and she'd pretend to be disgusted by all those women.. But even after they had left, harry would watch her, as she flipped through them, pausing once in a while to gaze at the women that dominated the pages. He knew what she was thinking. He knew she thought she wasn't a least bit pretty. But even though he would try to insist that it was all airbrushing, or some magical thing to make them look good, she just put away the magazine and smiled at him.
"It's just rubbish, Harry," she would say to him, and he dropped it. Because that clearly meant she didn't want to talk about it anymore. But she thought about it often, Harry often saw that look in her eyes when a pretty girl passed by. He wished she would just let him tell her she was beautiful. He wished she would just let herself believe. Even for just a moment.
"It's just.. Magical, isn't it, Harry?" she smiled. Harry nodded, smiling faintly as he looked out into the indigo sky. She sighed, as she felt another passing wind comb through her tresses, kiss her cheeks.
"It's hard to believe.. It doesn't even have s speck of magic init, at least not that I know of." She laughed lightly.
"This kind of beauty, nature's beauty, is often.. Well, not seen. Because people just pass by it, one glance, not even giving it a single thought," he said. Hermione smiled and nodded, and they sat in silence for a while, just admiring the scenery.
"How's.. How's Ron?" she asked, quietly.
"He's fine, actually.. Don't mind him, Hermione. You know he could be such a prick sometimes," Harry grinned at her. Hermione lay silent, just looking ahead. Harry got the feeling that she was trying hard to avoid something.
"Hermione.." He sighed. "You've.. I've noticed you've been far off lately.. Is there something you want to tell me?" He asked her, softly. Hermione knew she could tell him. Right now. But what about Draco? He had told her.. Hermione was battling with her conscience, over what was right and what she had said she wouldn't do. She could herself becoming a wreck underneath his emerald gaze, just watching her.. Waiting for her to say something.. Waiting for her to just tell him.
But she just couldn't.
"It's nothing, Harry," she choked out, trying to sound casual.
"So, there is something."
She winced, catching her mistake. "No.. I just.. I've just been really tired lately, is all. Don't worry," she managed to smile at him, but just barely.
Harry searched her eyes, as he took her hand and captured it with his. He held it tight, trying to reassure her, whatever it was she was worried about. She just didn't know how well he could read her. Her lies were just about as useless as Ron's textbooks were to him. But he didn't ant to push it; whatever it was, she would tell him. At the right time. Wouldn't she?
"You can tell me," he said to her. She felt the warmth of Harry's hand spreading to hers, and tracing up her arm. She swallowed hard.
"I know," she whispered to him. He smiled at her weakly, but it was a sad sort of smile. She wasn't going to tell him. Not today, anyway.
She looked into his jade green eyes; they always managed to soothe her, somehow. She couldn't help but feel safe with him beside her. Maybe that was the reason she was scared out of her mind to tell him. She didn't want to lose her friends; especially Harry. He was her safeguard, before Draco came in. He used to be the one to stay with her, to comfort her.. She smiled at him, solemnly. She wanted to tell him. Didn't want to lose him. Wanted to keep his trust. Didn't want to break his heart. She wanted to get rid of this heavy weight upon her heart.
But couldn't.
She couldn't.
She couldn't tell him.
Not when he was here, appreciating this moment. She couldn't bear to see the look of betrayal in his eyes when she would tell him. She couldn't be able to see him look at her, as if.. As if she was a stranger.
As if the old Hermione had vanished right before his eyes, and who now stood before him was a traitor.
She wasn't a traitor. She didn't betray anyone. They had never told her never to fall in love with Draco. They had never set rules, saying she wasn't allowed to like kissing him, or like the feeling of his warm arms around her. They hadn't told her any of that.
But then why did she feel like she had crossed the line? Stepped out of the boundary? If she hadn't done anything wrong.. Why was she feeling so nervous, so guilty?
But maybe he would understand. Maybe he would just nod at her and walk away. Hermione cringed. That was worse. Harry not speaking to her.. She would rather him yelling at her. At least she knew what he felt and was letting it out. Bottled up emotions could never lead to anything good. But was the hate so great between Draco and Harry that.. They couldn't just push it aside for a moment? For her?
Harry grinned at her, his raven hair still messy and tousled, his emerald eyes sparkling. He turned away, his hand still holding hers.
She swallowed hard, and tried to enjoy the view again. But she couldn't. The guilt and that infection had grown bigger, seeped in deeper.
She hoped they would understand.
She prayed they would.
But doubt clouded over all her optimistic thoughts.