Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
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well.. that was certainly.. well, I think the last chapter, was sad.. And well, I think it's safe to say that Harry did have a little crush on her.. 'He couldn't take it. There was anger, sadness, frustration, betrayal.. And something else he wasn't supposed to feel. ' That was supposed to give out a hint that he had feelings for her, that he wasn't supposed to feel. Especially now, that he saw her with Draco. I don't know why I'm always so mean to Harry, but I guess it's because every story needs drama. A story that doesn't have a least bit of Drama, to me, is not a very good one. Well, in this chapter, it's also very sad.. And, sorry if Ron's more self-contained than usual. You have to understand why Harry reacted more differently than him, is because he has feelings for her. While as Ron, he used to like her once upon a time, but that's all in the past.
Well, I hope you enjoy. And sorry I updated so late. Yesterday, I was supposed to put up 'Confrontation,' but I had to go to LA for my grandma's bday party.. so forgive me?
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'You should know by now
that the darkest hour
is when your broken heart goes down
it's a bitter end
when the sweet begins
Grace is sufficiency'
'Innocence Again'
by Switchfoot
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Betrayal
Draco waited in the common room, wondering what was taking Hermione so long. He checked the clock, and it was about fifteen minutes until curfew. He sighed, looking back at the lazy dancing fire. He felt a slight smile spread across his face, as he remembered their many encounters when the fire was weak but alive.
He remembered when they had first talked, with the fire witnessing how he had watched her rather than reading his book. He remembered the way she had told him about her little red book for the first time, and her halting when he had gotten lost in her eyes. And he remembered feeling his heart skip when she had started laughing. Her laugh was soft and gentle, but it filled his ears like an unavoidable holy mist.
He sighed, fond on collecting his memories, as he slowly closed his eyes.
Suddenly, he heard the door swing open, and his eyes bolted open, as he heard sobbing. He turned, to see that it was Hermione.
Hermione looked at Draco, her cheeks still wet from her tears, and her body quivering because of the sudden coldness she had felt. Draco suddenly went over to her, and she collapsed in his arms, her tears staining his robes. Draco wrapped his arms around her small, warm body. She was sobbing fiercely, and she was trembling; but as Draco held her more closely and tightly, she could feel his warmth spread to her. Draco was worried; he didn't know what had happened, why she was crying. But it pained him to see her this way.
Finally, when her sobs seemed to weaken, he pulled back. His dark silver eyes flickered with worry, as he cupped her face and wiped away her tears.
"What happened?" He whispered to her. Hermione didn't know how he would react to the fact that their secret was now.. Found out by one of the people he wanted least to know. She was afraid, that he would push her away suddenly, and pretend as if nothing had happened between them. Although she knew Draco wouldn't do that. Only if her heart could stop that cloud of fear and doubt from growing bigger. She swallowed hard, as she spoke, her voice trembling and soft.
"He found out, Draco," she said. "Harry found out." Draco froze. He felt his arms go limp, but instead of pulling away from her, he held her tighter.
So it had happened. So this was what he was afraid of. He looked down at Hermione, and he saw the pain in her eyes.. Fear. His heart buckled as he saw what she was thinking in her glossy, wet eyes.
She was afraid that he was going to leave her. She was afraid that he was going to push her away, and act as if nothing had happened. He held her closer, as he leaned his head forward, and whispered into her ear.
"I won't leave you, Hermione." And what he was saying was true. Even if he was going to leave her, he couldn't. He didn't have the heart to. His heart was where she was. Even if he had wanted to, had planned to.. He couldn't bear to hurt her.
Especially when being away from her hurt him too.
Hermione smiled, as another tear slipped and rolled down her cheek. She rested her head on his chest, as he stroked her hair.
"What are we going to do?" she whispered to him.
He sighed. "What else can we do? Maybe.. We can let everyone else find out."
Hermione couldn't help but smile at his answer. But she knew she had something else to do first. She pulled back, and Draco smiled at her faintly.
"Are you sure, you want everyone to find out, Draco?" she asked him, her voice quiet and gentle. He smiled at her.
"Yes."
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At breakfast, she had tried to catch Harry's eye, but he didn't pay any attention to her. But she did see him, as he looked at Ron, his eyes filled with worry. He was worried about how he would take it too. Hermione could feel her heart.. Crumbling, watching Harry completely ignore her. He was angry with her. He hated her. She couldn't take it, even through it was true, as she looked down at her plate again, biting her lip.
If Harry had taken it that way.. Ron would surely be worse. Unless, unless there was something Harry wasn't telling her. Hermione sighed, but her breaths were shaky and ragged. She was so bloody nervous she couldn't stand it.
She was going to tell him. Tonight.
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Hermione waited in the Gryffindor common room, as though it was twenty minutes after curfew. She had asked Ron through a letter, and he nodded in reply. She knew that he knew this would explain about Harry, for she saw Ron look worriedly at his friend.
She knew Ron had no idea what was going on, and she couldn't blame him. Of course, maybe he had liked her once upon a time, but crushes as silly as those don't last. Suddenly, she heard footsteps, and sighed, wringing her hands nervously. She turned, expecting to see Ron, but there stood two figures. She froze.
Harry was here.
Ron looked at her, pleading for her to understand. "I asked him to be here," he said quietly. Hermione nodded, as Harry's emerald eyes seemed to penetrate through hers.. She could feel her heart ache, and that familiar falling and crushing sensation. She quickly turned away, not able to take all those feelings rushing at her again.
"You'd better sit down," she said to Ron, as she stood up. Ron nodded, as he sat down on the red couch, watching her. Harry chose to stand, watching her, watching him. Hermione swallowed hard, as she nervously cast a glance at Harry. His face was covered with the shadow, but she could feel his eyes on her. She turned back to Ron.
"It's about Dra-Malfoy," she said quietly. She mentally slapped herself for her mistake. Ron just looked at her intently.
"He hasn't done anything to you has he?" he immediately asked, and Hermione shook her head. She thought she was getting a slight case of hysteria.
"no."
"Well then.. What is it?" He asked her. Then there was silence as Ron tried to think of why she could be bringing up Malfoy.. he felt his blood run cold. He quickly looked up, his assumption written all over his face.
"You.. And Malfoy?" he stammered. He was horrified, as he looked over at Harry. Harry had the same solemn face, but Ron got the feeling that there was something else. Something else much more deeper that Harry was choosing to hide. Hermione nodded.
"Me.. And Draco.. We.. We're together," she said, her voice shaking. She could see how horrified Ron was.. She had to look away when he looked at Harry.
Ron felt his anger boil, as he stood up.
"Malfoy? That git?" he said, his voice forcefully strained to stay quiet, so he wouldn't wake the others. He turned to Harry.
"How long has this been going on?" He said, his voice rising. "Did you know about this?" Just then, Ron froze, and he looked at Hermione, angrily.
"So this is why. This is why Harry's been like this.. This is why you two aren't talking, why Harry can't even bring himself to talk about you, to look at you." He looked at her with such hatred and anger, that she couldn't help but feel tears sting her eyes again. Her lungs felt as if they had been poisoned with something other than mortal air, and her heart.. Breaking.. Collapsing.. Falling into ruins.
"Because you fell in love with Malfoy," he said, his voice was strained and hard. She knew that he was trying everything he could not to yell at her. Somehow she wanted him to yell at her, to shout at her, scream at her until she couldn't hear. Maybe she deserved this.
Yeah, she deserved this.
Hermione couldn't take it. A deafening silence followed after his comment, and she could feel both pairs of eyes on her. She didn't have the heart to look up and see their disgust for her, and their pain.. But she did. And she thought she didn't have any strength left to walk out the common room, let alone stand.
She saw that look in their eyes. She saw what she had feared to see, what she never wanted to see in her friend's eyes. And it was because of her, it was directed at her.
She saw betrayal. Betrayal underneath all that anger, hurt, pain..
Betrayal. Hers.
She brought her trembling hand up to wipe away her tears, and she looked at them, one last time.
"I'm sorry," she whispered to them, for she felt as if she just couldn't speak any louder.. Not while their gazes hurt more than she could take.
She turned and walked out the common room, leaving Harry and Ron in the weak darkness.. Wondering what had just happened. What had Hermione done. What they had just lost their friend over.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
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well.. that was certainly.. well, I think the last chapter, was sad.. And well, I think it's safe to say that Harry did have a little crush on her.. 'He couldn't take it. There was anger, sadness, frustration, betrayal.. And something else he wasn't supposed to feel. ' That was supposed to give out a hint that he had feelings for her, that he wasn't supposed to feel. Especially now, that he saw her with Draco. I don't know why I'm always so mean to Harry, but I guess it's because every story needs drama. A story that doesn't have a least bit of Drama, to me, is not a very good one. Well, in this chapter, it's also very sad.. And, sorry if Ron's more self-contained than usual. You have to understand why Harry reacted more differently than him, is because he has feelings for her. While as Ron, he used to like her once upon a time, but that's all in the past.
Well, I hope you enjoy. And sorry I updated so late. Yesterday, I was supposed to put up 'Confrontation,' but I had to go to LA for my grandma's bday party.. so forgive me?
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'You should know by now
that the darkest hour
is when your broken heart goes down
it's a bitter end
when the sweet begins
Grace is sufficiency'
'Innocence Again'
by Switchfoot
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Betrayal
Draco waited in the common room, wondering what was taking Hermione so long. He checked the clock, and it was about fifteen minutes until curfew. He sighed, looking back at the lazy dancing fire. He felt a slight smile spread across his face, as he remembered their many encounters when the fire was weak but alive.
He remembered when they had first talked, with the fire witnessing how he had watched her rather than reading his book. He remembered the way she had told him about her little red book for the first time, and her halting when he had gotten lost in her eyes. And he remembered feeling his heart skip when she had started laughing. Her laugh was soft and gentle, but it filled his ears like an unavoidable holy mist.
He sighed, fond on collecting his memories, as he slowly closed his eyes.
Suddenly, he heard the door swing open, and his eyes bolted open, as he heard sobbing. He turned, to see that it was Hermione.
Hermione looked at Draco, her cheeks still wet from her tears, and her body quivering because of the sudden coldness she had felt. Draco suddenly went over to her, and she collapsed in his arms, her tears staining his robes. Draco wrapped his arms around her small, warm body. She was sobbing fiercely, and she was trembling; but as Draco held her more closely and tightly, she could feel his warmth spread to her. Draco was worried; he didn't know what had happened, why she was crying. But it pained him to see her this way.
Finally, when her sobs seemed to weaken, he pulled back. His dark silver eyes flickered with worry, as he cupped her face and wiped away her tears.
"What happened?" He whispered to her. Hermione didn't know how he would react to the fact that their secret was now.. Found out by one of the people he wanted least to know. She was afraid, that he would push her away suddenly, and pretend as if nothing had happened between them. Although she knew Draco wouldn't do that. Only if her heart could stop that cloud of fear and doubt from growing bigger. She swallowed hard, as she spoke, her voice trembling and soft.
"He found out, Draco," she said. "Harry found out." Draco froze. He felt his arms go limp, but instead of pulling away from her, he held her tighter.
So it had happened. So this was what he was afraid of. He looked down at Hermione, and he saw the pain in her eyes.. Fear. His heart buckled as he saw what she was thinking in her glossy, wet eyes.
She was afraid that he was going to leave her. She was afraid that he was going to push her away, and act as if nothing had happened. He held her closer, as he leaned his head forward, and whispered into her ear.
"I won't leave you, Hermione." And what he was saying was true. Even if he was going to leave her, he couldn't. He didn't have the heart to. His heart was where she was. Even if he had wanted to, had planned to.. He couldn't bear to hurt her.
Especially when being away from her hurt him too.
Hermione smiled, as another tear slipped and rolled down her cheek. She rested her head on his chest, as he stroked her hair.
"What are we going to do?" she whispered to him.
He sighed. "What else can we do? Maybe.. We can let everyone else find out."
Hermione couldn't help but smile at his answer. But she knew she had something else to do first. She pulled back, and Draco smiled at her faintly.
"Are you sure, you want everyone to find out, Draco?" she asked him, her voice quiet and gentle. He smiled at her.
"Yes."
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At breakfast, she had tried to catch Harry's eye, but he didn't pay any attention to her. But she did see him, as he looked at Ron, his eyes filled with worry. He was worried about how he would take it too. Hermione could feel her heart.. Crumbling, watching Harry completely ignore her. He was angry with her. He hated her. She couldn't take it, even through it was true, as she looked down at her plate again, biting her lip.
If Harry had taken it that way.. Ron would surely be worse. Unless, unless there was something Harry wasn't telling her. Hermione sighed, but her breaths were shaky and ragged. She was so bloody nervous she couldn't stand it.
She was going to tell him. Tonight.
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Hermione waited in the Gryffindor common room, as though it was twenty minutes after curfew. She had asked Ron through a letter, and he nodded in reply. She knew that he knew this would explain about Harry, for she saw Ron look worriedly at his friend.
She knew Ron had no idea what was going on, and she couldn't blame him. Of course, maybe he had liked her once upon a time, but crushes as silly as those don't last. Suddenly, she heard footsteps, and sighed, wringing her hands nervously. She turned, expecting to see Ron, but there stood two figures. She froze.
Harry was here.
Ron looked at her, pleading for her to understand. "I asked him to be here," he said quietly. Hermione nodded, as Harry's emerald eyes seemed to penetrate through hers.. She could feel her heart ache, and that familiar falling and crushing sensation. She quickly turned away, not able to take all those feelings rushing at her again.
"You'd better sit down," she said to Ron, as she stood up. Ron nodded, as he sat down on the red couch, watching her. Harry chose to stand, watching her, watching him. Hermione swallowed hard, as she nervously cast a glance at Harry. His face was covered with the shadow, but she could feel his eyes on her. She turned back to Ron.
"It's about Dra-Malfoy," she said quietly. She mentally slapped herself for her mistake. Ron just looked at her intently.
"He hasn't done anything to you has he?" he immediately asked, and Hermione shook her head. She thought she was getting a slight case of hysteria.
"no."
"Well then.. What is it?" He asked her. Then there was silence as Ron tried to think of why she could be bringing up Malfoy.. he felt his blood run cold. He quickly looked up, his assumption written all over his face.
"You.. And Malfoy?" he stammered. He was horrified, as he looked over at Harry. Harry had the same solemn face, but Ron got the feeling that there was something else. Something else much more deeper that Harry was choosing to hide. Hermione nodded.
"Me.. And Draco.. We.. We're together," she said, her voice shaking. She could see how horrified Ron was.. She had to look away when he looked at Harry.
Ron felt his anger boil, as he stood up.
"Malfoy? That git?" he said, his voice forcefully strained to stay quiet, so he wouldn't wake the others. He turned to Harry.
"How long has this been going on?" He said, his voice rising. "Did you know about this?" Just then, Ron froze, and he looked at Hermione, angrily.
"So this is why. This is why Harry's been like this.. This is why you two aren't talking, why Harry can't even bring himself to talk about you, to look at you." He looked at her with such hatred and anger, that she couldn't help but feel tears sting her eyes again. Her lungs felt as if they had been poisoned with something other than mortal air, and her heart.. Breaking.. Collapsing.. Falling into ruins.
"Because you fell in love with Malfoy," he said, his voice was strained and hard. She knew that he was trying everything he could not to yell at her. Somehow she wanted him to yell at her, to shout at her, scream at her until she couldn't hear. Maybe she deserved this.
Yeah, she deserved this.
Hermione couldn't take it. A deafening silence followed after his comment, and she could feel both pairs of eyes on her. She didn't have the heart to look up and see their disgust for her, and their pain.. But she did. And she thought she didn't have any strength left to walk out the common room, let alone stand.
She saw that look in their eyes. She saw what she had feared to see, what she never wanted to see in her friend's eyes. And it was because of her, it was directed at her.
She saw betrayal. Betrayal underneath all that anger, hurt, pain..
Betrayal. Hers.
She brought her trembling hand up to wipe away her tears, and she looked at them, one last time.
"I'm sorry," she whispered to them, for she felt as if she just couldn't speak any louder.. Not while their gazes hurt more than she could take.
She turned and walked out the common room, leaving Harry and Ron in the weak darkness.. Wondering what had just happened. What had Hermione done. What they had just lost their friend over.