Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
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Thanks to all the reviewers! Sorry there was not much of Draco in the last chapter. Well, actually, there was none at all. Sorry. But I needed to show you how strong Harry and Hermione's relationship is, or the fact that he knows her so well. Although, Harry does not 'love' her, in the way that Draco does. But maybe he just has a crush on her. Well, we'll see..
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Do Eyes Deceive
"You sure you don't want to go, Hermione?" Harry asked her, as he played with his food. Hermione put down her glass, smiling.
" I heard they've got some new books ordered in that book store you like so much," Harry told her.
"I'm staying Harry, and it's fine. Don't worry. Besides, I know how much you hate going into that bookstore," she laughed, taking a bite of her toast.
"Don't tell me you're going to be studying all day today."
Hermione smiled, as she snuck a glance at the Slytherin table. "Oh, I won't."
Ron crinkled his eyebrows, confused. "So then.. Why do you want to stay?"
"I have my reasons," she said.
"Would you like to tell us those reasons?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"It's not important."
"If you choose it over studying, then I'd say it was important." He looked at Harry. " VERY important, wouldn't you say, Harry?"
Harry laughed, shaking his head. "We are very curious, Hermione."
She sighed, thinking of an excuse. "I've just got stuff to do."
"Stuff? That's a new one. What kind of stuff?"
"That's not important," she said. "Just eat your breakfast and go have fun."
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Hermione had already said goodbye to Harry and Ron, and she headed up down the corridors, the floors still shiny and clean. She smiled, as she thought about seeing Draco again, with no one around.. Outside of the common room. It was a wave of fresh air for her, she was getting tired of just being with him in the room. She sighed, having a faint grin on her face. Oh well. It didn't matter. Just as long as she was going to be with him. That's all she could ask for.
She walked through the doors, as she came out in the sunlight. She grinned even wider; the wind combing through her hair, the sky clear and blue. She walked through the grass, even with the soles of her shoes blocking it, she could still tell the grass was fresh and soft. She inhaled the fresh air, as she observed the grounds. There were trees nearby, all in a line. They were quite small, but they were fit for the scenery. She looked around, trying to find Draco.
She saw a figure lying underneath a rather big tree, the shadow and shade covering up most of the figure. But as she moved closer, she saw the glimmer of his silvery blonde hair, as it was caught in the sun, and she knew it was him. She walked closer, until she was barely a foot away. She smiled down on him; his eyes were closed, and the slight breeze was ruffling his slicked back hair. A strand had fallen across his face. Hermione leaned down beside him, and raised her hand to his face, to tuck it away. She did it slowly, her fingers brushing against his forehead, and she ran her hands through his hair. Draco's eyes opened, and they brightened when he saw her. He smirked at her, and she felt her heart stop for a second.
"Hey," she said, quietly.
"Hey," he said back to her. He sat up, and pulled her close. He kissed her softly, and she pulled back, beaming at him. He smiled back at her, as he traced the outline of her cheek, up to her lips. He couldn't help but be so redundant; she was so beautiful.
"I missed you," she whispered, and he smiled as he leaned in again, his lips almost touching hers.
"I missed you too," he grinned, as he captured her mouth with his. Hermione kissed him back, their mouths molding into each other's, as he held her closely, tightly. She raised her hands and tangled them in his platinum blonde hair. His kissed were so addicting, so sweet but with a slight bite. The way he held her, the way she could feel his heart beating because they were so close, the way his hands rolled up, and back down again.. The way he kissed her with so much passion, the way his silver eyes danced and sparkled in the sunlight. The way he made her heart beat so rapidly without even touching her, and the way her body seemed to react to him..
His lips were sweet, and she felt that same warmth creep up her spine and fill her. It seemed as if time froze. The birds had stopped chirping, the world had stopped spinning. Everything had died away, disappeared.. He held her closer, kissed her feverishly and hungrily.
Hermione pulled back, and she laid her head on his shoulder, breathing heavily. Her lips were swollen, and she could still taste him in her mouth. Bittersweet and sugary. Draco held her close; his arms wrapped around her, as he closed his eyes, letting the breeze deafen his ears. His heartbeats had gotten too loud, and he could hear that white noise that often filled him when he was with her. Her small, warm figure was pressed against him, and he felt as if he was holding the sun herself.
He could feel a glowing warmth fill him, coursing through his veins, spreading through every limb. It was if something had tapped into his blood, infecting every single thing it touched. He couldn't let go.
He could feel her warm, soft breaths on his neck, and it tingled and burned pleasantly. The aroma of her invaded his nose and senses, wondering how it would taste if he had kissed her bare skin. Her small hands was entwined in his hair, and now slid down to the nape of his neck, her touch so frightenly warm, although it sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but try to imagine how her small, petite hands would feel against his bare skin, roaming. He felt Hermione sigh against his shoulder, and he slowly pulled back.
He was in love with her, he was sure.
But maybe it had developed into something more serious, more complicated. He could feel it, every time he saw her, every time he was away from her. He felt the longing spreading and growing bigger in his heart, like a cancerous tumor. Maybe he was feeling what he had never felt before in his life. He smiled down on her, caressing her cheek.
Life was full of twists and turns, he knew that now.
After all he fell in love with Hermione; he certainly didn't see it coming. He never would've guessed it. Never would've wanted it.
But it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
But maybe she had done something more serious to him, changed him.
Maybe she taught him how to love.
Maybe he was no longer in love with her.
Maybe he loved her.
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Harry stumbled out of the doors, and looked around, panting. He was looking for Hermione; he had searched everywhere, the library, knocked on her Prefect room's door. She didn't seem to be there. He had just remembered to tell her something on their way to Hogsmeade. He couldn't think of anywhere else she could be. But then he remembered.
He went out here, remembering how she had admired the sky, back a couple of days ago. The sky was dark, but it was still clear to see the view, the trees..
Harry froze.
She looked like Hermione. She had the same wavy deep brown hair, her lips curved into that familiar smile he had seen so many times before.
But she couldn't be.
Draco Malfoy was there, holding her. It couldn't be. It couldn't be. She couldn't be Hermione. She just couldn't be.
He prayed he was mistaken.
He wished so badly that he was wrong.
There was just no way.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Thanks to all the reviewers! Sorry there was not much of Draco in the last chapter. Well, actually, there was none at all. Sorry. But I needed to show you how strong Harry and Hermione's relationship is, or the fact that he knows her so well. Although, Harry does not 'love' her, in the way that Draco does. But maybe he just has a crush on her. Well, we'll see..
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Do Eyes Deceive
"You sure you don't want to go, Hermione?" Harry asked her, as he played with his food. Hermione put down her glass, smiling.
" I heard they've got some new books ordered in that book store you like so much," Harry told her.
"I'm staying Harry, and it's fine. Don't worry. Besides, I know how much you hate going into that bookstore," she laughed, taking a bite of her toast.
"Don't tell me you're going to be studying all day today."
Hermione smiled, as she snuck a glance at the Slytherin table. "Oh, I won't."
Ron crinkled his eyebrows, confused. "So then.. Why do you want to stay?"
"I have my reasons," she said.
"Would you like to tell us those reasons?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"It's not important."
"If you choose it over studying, then I'd say it was important." He looked at Harry. " VERY important, wouldn't you say, Harry?"
Harry laughed, shaking his head. "We are very curious, Hermione."
She sighed, thinking of an excuse. "I've just got stuff to do."
"Stuff? That's a new one. What kind of stuff?"
"That's not important," she said. "Just eat your breakfast and go have fun."
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Hermione had already said goodbye to Harry and Ron, and she headed up down the corridors, the floors still shiny and clean. She smiled, as she thought about seeing Draco again, with no one around.. Outside of the common room. It was a wave of fresh air for her, she was getting tired of just being with him in the room. She sighed, having a faint grin on her face. Oh well. It didn't matter. Just as long as she was going to be with him. That's all she could ask for.
She walked through the doors, as she came out in the sunlight. She grinned even wider; the wind combing through her hair, the sky clear and blue. She walked through the grass, even with the soles of her shoes blocking it, she could still tell the grass was fresh and soft. She inhaled the fresh air, as she observed the grounds. There were trees nearby, all in a line. They were quite small, but they were fit for the scenery. She looked around, trying to find Draco.
She saw a figure lying underneath a rather big tree, the shadow and shade covering up most of the figure. But as she moved closer, she saw the glimmer of his silvery blonde hair, as it was caught in the sun, and she knew it was him. She walked closer, until she was barely a foot away. She smiled down on him; his eyes were closed, and the slight breeze was ruffling his slicked back hair. A strand had fallen across his face. Hermione leaned down beside him, and raised her hand to his face, to tuck it away. She did it slowly, her fingers brushing against his forehead, and she ran her hands through his hair. Draco's eyes opened, and they brightened when he saw her. He smirked at her, and she felt her heart stop for a second.
"Hey," she said, quietly.
"Hey," he said back to her. He sat up, and pulled her close. He kissed her softly, and she pulled back, beaming at him. He smiled back at her, as he traced the outline of her cheek, up to her lips. He couldn't help but be so redundant; she was so beautiful.
"I missed you," she whispered, and he smiled as he leaned in again, his lips almost touching hers.
"I missed you too," he grinned, as he captured her mouth with his. Hermione kissed him back, their mouths molding into each other's, as he held her closely, tightly. She raised her hands and tangled them in his platinum blonde hair. His kissed were so addicting, so sweet but with a slight bite. The way he held her, the way she could feel his heart beating because they were so close, the way his hands rolled up, and back down again.. The way he kissed her with so much passion, the way his silver eyes danced and sparkled in the sunlight. The way he made her heart beat so rapidly without even touching her, and the way her body seemed to react to him..
His lips were sweet, and she felt that same warmth creep up her spine and fill her. It seemed as if time froze. The birds had stopped chirping, the world had stopped spinning. Everything had died away, disappeared.. He held her closer, kissed her feverishly and hungrily.
Hermione pulled back, and she laid her head on his shoulder, breathing heavily. Her lips were swollen, and she could still taste him in her mouth. Bittersweet and sugary. Draco held her close; his arms wrapped around her, as he closed his eyes, letting the breeze deafen his ears. His heartbeats had gotten too loud, and he could hear that white noise that often filled him when he was with her. Her small, warm figure was pressed against him, and he felt as if he was holding the sun herself.
He could feel a glowing warmth fill him, coursing through his veins, spreading through every limb. It was if something had tapped into his blood, infecting every single thing it touched. He couldn't let go.
He could feel her warm, soft breaths on his neck, and it tingled and burned pleasantly. The aroma of her invaded his nose and senses, wondering how it would taste if he had kissed her bare skin. Her small hands was entwined in his hair, and now slid down to the nape of his neck, her touch so frightenly warm, although it sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but try to imagine how her small, petite hands would feel against his bare skin, roaming. He felt Hermione sigh against his shoulder, and he slowly pulled back.
He was in love with her, he was sure.
But maybe it had developed into something more serious, more complicated. He could feel it, every time he saw her, every time he was away from her. He felt the longing spreading and growing bigger in his heart, like a cancerous tumor. Maybe he was feeling what he had never felt before in his life. He smiled down on her, caressing her cheek.
Life was full of twists and turns, he knew that now.
After all he fell in love with Hermione; he certainly didn't see it coming. He never would've guessed it. Never would've wanted it.
But it was the best thing that had ever happened to him. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
But maybe she had done something more serious to him, changed him.
Maybe she taught him how to love.
Maybe he was no longer in love with her.
Maybe he loved her.
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Harry stumbled out of the doors, and looked around, panting. He was looking for Hermione; he had searched everywhere, the library, knocked on her Prefect room's door. She didn't seem to be there. He had just remembered to tell her something on their way to Hogsmeade. He couldn't think of anywhere else she could be. But then he remembered.
He went out here, remembering how she had admired the sky, back a couple of days ago. The sky was dark, but it was still clear to see the view, the trees..
Harry froze.
She looked like Hermione. She had the same wavy deep brown hair, her lips curved into that familiar smile he had seen so many times before.
But she couldn't be.
Draco Malfoy was there, holding her. It couldn't be. It couldn't be. She couldn't be Hermione. She just couldn't be.
He prayed he was mistaken.
He wished so badly that he was wrong.
There was just no way.