Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
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thanks to all the reviewers!
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What I need to Know
Draco packed up all his papers, as Professor Snape dismissed them. But as Draco was going to go out the door with Hermione, he heard Snape tell him to stay. Hermione stopped, as she looked at Snape curiously, behind Draco. Draco just nodded at her, and gave her hand a squeeze, before letting go and turning to the teacher.
Draco looked around the classroom, not used to seeing it so empty. He turned back to Snape, as he looked at Draco, his eyes expressionless.
"Well, Mr. Malfoy, that was quite an interesting choice you made in class today," Snape said dryly. Draco knew this was about Hermione, and he didn't want to give out any unnecessary information. Especially to a Professor like Snape. Who knew what went on his deluded mind.
"I clearly don't see what the point is for this," Draco drawled. Snape raised an eyebrow at him.
"I am just warning you, Mr. Malfoy," he said lowly. "I do not want you to be getting in any trouble that you yourself cannot get out of." He looked at Draco, a dark expression on his face. "Especially with a Gryffindor as Ms.Granger."
Draco smirked at his teacher. "Professor, I think I know what I'm getting myself into."
Snape nodded. "Very well than, Mr.Malfoy. You may leave." Draco nodded and walked out of the room, chuckling lightly at their conversation. He wondered what Snape thought was happening between him and Hermione.. Or maybe his teacher thought that it was all some crude trick? He couldn't say that it wasn't, if he didn't ask. He didn't want to share any information about his private life, especially to a single and probably hopeless Professor as Snape. He stared ahead, a faint smile on his face, as he heard only but the clicking of his heels bouncing off the walls. Just then he heard footsteps behind him, rapid and loud. Draco's eyes narrowed, at who it could possibly be. The person seemed to be getting closer and closer, until Draco knew he was only about a couple of feet behind.
"Malfoy." Draco stopped. He recognized that voice. He turned around, slowly, and surprise surprise, it was Harry Potter. Draco could almost sense danger, as Harry came closer, his green eyes dark and flashing. Draco glared at him.
"What do you want, Potter?" He snapped. Harry was now only a foot away from him, his hand clutching his wand tightly.
"What do you want with Hermione?" Harry asked, his voice low and dodgy.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Draco said, his voice hard. Harry suddenly lunged towards him, and Draco was against the wall, Harry's fists grabbing a handful of his robes. Draco could feel his anger boiling.
"Get your filthy hands off me, Potter!" he hissed.
"What do you want with her?!" Harry yelled. Draco raised his hands, and forced Harry's hands off him, still leaning against the wall. Harry's breathing was ragged and heavy, while Draco was fuming.
"Don't. You. Dare. Touch. Me," Draco said, dangerously. His silver eyes flashed, and his anger was seeping in deeper and had now leaked into his veins, spreading throughout his body.
"If you've done anything to her," Harry threatened him. " I promise you, you won't have a reason to be going here anymore."
Draco scowled at him, his gaze getting more intense. But Harry didn't budge. "Rest assured, Potter," he hissed. "I haven't done anything more to her than you have."
Draco's deep eyes flashed, and he shoved past Harry and started down the corridor. Harry stared after him, if looks could kill, he would be down on the floor by now.
Draco cursed under his breath, making his way to the Great Hall. Just then he saw a brown haired girl walk out of the Great hall, book bag slung on her shoulder. She started walking towards the stairs, and Draco called after her.
Hermione stopped, and turned to where she had heard her name called. She smiled as she saw Draco, and he couldn't help but feel a grin tug on the corners of his mouth, even with the event that had occurred a few minutes ago.
"Hey," she smiled. Draco caught up to her, and he slipped the book bag off her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, and Hermione couldn't care less about the fallen books on the floor. He smiled down on her, a silvery strand loose across his face. She felt everything warm up inside of her, and it was a kind of warmth that not even the sun could give. It filled her from the tips of her toes, to the strands of her hair, and it kept spreading, overflowing. She couldn't help but feel as if everything was right when she was in his arms. He grinned as he leaned in and kissed her, and she wrapped her hands around his neck, feeling his sweet mouth upon hers, tasting the kisses she could never get used to, and longed for. It was a passionate, but short kiss, as they pulled back. But she couldn't help but notice that his grin got bigger. She chuckled lightly, as she tucked that loose strand back. He raised an eyebrow at her, not finding anything amusing.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing," she whispered, because then Draco's hand was on her cheek, fitting as if his hand was made for holding her this way, and his eyes captured her again. She could never speak loud enough when he was near her, or touched her. Although he always seemed to hear her.
Draco's eyes traveled her face, captured by her radiance and beauty. He had never known someone could be so beautiful without even trying to be.
"You're beautiful," he whispered to her, and she felt her heart flip, and as if on cue, the bouncing butterflies in her stomach went into hyper speed. No body had ever told her that before, but of course she never asked, but.. Her? Beautiful? She had never thought she'd hear those words directed to her. She smiled faintly, as his fingers were now tracing the outline of her face, the tip of her nose, the edges of her lips. He leaned in, slowly, and gave her another kiss. He held her closer, more tightly, as her fingers entangled themselves in his hair, deepening the kiss. Draco felt those same sparks, embers, crackling up his veins, the white noise in his ears. He wasn't aware if anyone was watching, and right now he couldn't care less. Even if Professor Snape himself were standing behind them. They ended the kiss slowly, and they pulled back, the sweet taste of each other still lingering on their lips.
Draco, never taking his eyes off her, bent down and got her book bag. He slipped it on her shoulder, and Hermione grinned.
"Where were you off to?" He asked her, quietly.
"Up to my dorm. Wasn't feeling so hungry," she said, not wanting to feel the warmth of his embrace untangle around her. Draco looked at the Great Hall's doors, then turned back to her.
He grinned, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. " I'll join you."
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Harry watched the two walk up the stairs, Malfoy and Hermione talking brightly to each other. He felt sick, his gut wrenching and turning inside. He couldn't take it, yet he had watched the two. He leaned against the wall, and tried to swallow the sudden lump in his throat. He felt as if guilt was shoving a stone down his throat, and that sinking, crumbling feeling inside of him..
In all his life he had never felt his way.
Maybe it was because he had just watched his best friend kiss his archenemy.
Maybe it was because he knew he was too hard on her.
Maybe because he knew it was his fault, and that he had pushed her to Malfoy.
Or maybe because out of all the times to find out he was in love with her, it had to be now.
He got the feeling that it was all of the above.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
thanks to all the reviewers!
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What I need to Know
Draco packed up all his papers, as Professor Snape dismissed them. But as Draco was going to go out the door with Hermione, he heard Snape tell him to stay. Hermione stopped, as she looked at Snape curiously, behind Draco. Draco just nodded at her, and gave her hand a squeeze, before letting go and turning to the teacher.
Draco looked around the classroom, not used to seeing it so empty. He turned back to Snape, as he looked at Draco, his eyes expressionless.
"Well, Mr. Malfoy, that was quite an interesting choice you made in class today," Snape said dryly. Draco knew this was about Hermione, and he didn't want to give out any unnecessary information. Especially to a Professor like Snape. Who knew what went on his deluded mind.
"I clearly don't see what the point is for this," Draco drawled. Snape raised an eyebrow at him.
"I am just warning you, Mr. Malfoy," he said lowly. "I do not want you to be getting in any trouble that you yourself cannot get out of." He looked at Draco, a dark expression on his face. "Especially with a Gryffindor as Ms.Granger."
Draco smirked at his teacher. "Professor, I think I know what I'm getting myself into."
Snape nodded. "Very well than, Mr.Malfoy. You may leave." Draco nodded and walked out of the room, chuckling lightly at their conversation. He wondered what Snape thought was happening between him and Hermione.. Or maybe his teacher thought that it was all some crude trick? He couldn't say that it wasn't, if he didn't ask. He didn't want to share any information about his private life, especially to a single and probably hopeless Professor as Snape. He stared ahead, a faint smile on his face, as he heard only but the clicking of his heels bouncing off the walls. Just then he heard footsteps behind him, rapid and loud. Draco's eyes narrowed, at who it could possibly be. The person seemed to be getting closer and closer, until Draco knew he was only about a couple of feet behind.
"Malfoy." Draco stopped. He recognized that voice. He turned around, slowly, and surprise surprise, it was Harry Potter. Draco could almost sense danger, as Harry came closer, his green eyes dark and flashing. Draco glared at him.
"What do you want, Potter?" He snapped. Harry was now only a foot away from him, his hand clutching his wand tightly.
"What do you want with Hermione?" Harry asked, his voice low and dodgy.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Draco said, his voice hard. Harry suddenly lunged towards him, and Draco was against the wall, Harry's fists grabbing a handful of his robes. Draco could feel his anger boiling.
"Get your filthy hands off me, Potter!" he hissed.
"What do you want with her?!" Harry yelled. Draco raised his hands, and forced Harry's hands off him, still leaning against the wall. Harry's breathing was ragged and heavy, while Draco was fuming.
"Don't. You. Dare. Touch. Me," Draco said, dangerously. His silver eyes flashed, and his anger was seeping in deeper and had now leaked into his veins, spreading throughout his body.
"If you've done anything to her," Harry threatened him. " I promise you, you won't have a reason to be going here anymore."
Draco scowled at him, his gaze getting more intense. But Harry didn't budge. "Rest assured, Potter," he hissed. "I haven't done anything more to her than you have."
Draco's deep eyes flashed, and he shoved past Harry and started down the corridor. Harry stared after him, if looks could kill, he would be down on the floor by now.
Draco cursed under his breath, making his way to the Great Hall. Just then he saw a brown haired girl walk out of the Great hall, book bag slung on her shoulder. She started walking towards the stairs, and Draco called after her.
Hermione stopped, and turned to where she had heard her name called. She smiled as she saw Draco, and he couldn't help but feel a grin tug on the corners of his mouth, even with the event that had occurred a few minutes ago.
"Hey," she smiled. Draco caught up to her, and he slipped the book bag off her shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, and Hermione couldn't care less about the fallen books on the floor. He smiled down on her, a silvery strand loose across his face. She felt everything warm up inside of her, and it was a kind of warmth that not even the sun could give. It filled her from the tips of her toes, to the strands of her hair, and it kept spreading, overflowing. She couldn't help but feel as if everything was right when she was in his arms. He grinned as he leaned in and kissed her, and she wrapped her hands around his neck, feeling his sweet mouth upon hers, tasting the kisses she could never get used to, and longed for. It was a passionate, but short kiss, as they pulled back. But she couldn't help but notice that his grin got bigger. She chuckled lightly, as she tucked that loose strand back. He raised an eyebrow at her, not finding anything amusing.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing," she whispered, because then Draco's hand was on her cheek, fitting as if his hand was made for holding her this way, and his eyes captured her again. She could never speak loud enough when he was near her, or touched her. Although he always seemed to hear her.
Draco's eyes traveled her face, captured by her radiance and beauty. He had never known someone could be so beautiful without even trying to be.
"You're beautiful," he whispered to her, and she felt her heart flip, and as if on cue, the bouncing butterflies in her stomach went into hyper speed. No body had ever told her that before, but of course she never asked, but.. Her? Beautiful? She had never thought she'd hear those words directed to her. She smiled faintly, as his fingers were now tracing the outline of her face, the tip of her nose, the edges of her lips. He leaned in, slowly, and gave her another kiss. He held her closer, more tightly, as her fingers entangled themselves in his hair, deepening the kiss. Draco felt those same sparks, embers, crackling up his veins, the white noise in his ears. He wasn't aware if anyone was watching, and right now he couldn't care less. Even if Professor Snape himself were standing behind them. They ended the kiss slowly, and they pulled back, the sweet taste of each other still lingering on their lips.
Draco, never taking his eyes off her, bent down and got her book bag. He slipped it on her shoulder, and Hermione grinned.
"Where were you off to?" He asked her, quietly.
"Up to my dorm. Wasn't feeling so hungry," she said, not wanting to feel the warmth of his embrace untangle around her. Draco looked at the Great Hall's doors, then turned back to her.
He grinned, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. " I'll join you."
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Harry watched the two walk up the stairs, Malfoy and Hermione talking brightly to each other. He felt sick, his gut wrenching and turning inside. He couldn't take it, yet he had watched the two. He leaned against the wall, and tried to swallow the sudden lump in his throat. He felt as if guilt was shoving a stone down his throat, and that sinking, crumbling feeling inside of him..
In all his life he had never felt his way.
Maybe it was because he had just watched his best friend kiss his archenemy.
Maybe it was because he knew he was too hard on her.
Maybe because he knew it was his fault, and that he had pushed her to Malfoy.
Or maybe because out of all the times to find out he was in love with her, it had to be now.
He got the feeling that it was all of the above.