Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
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No, this chapter is NOT NAMED AFTER the Hilary Duff song..
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'I turn everything over
Rumor has it you love me
Rumor has it the world turns upside down
Rumor has it my only hope is you
And the rumors are true
I turn everything over'
-'I Turn Everything Over'
by Switchfoot
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Come Clean
Hermione walked up to the common room, with Draco. She set her books down on the couch, as she sat down with him. She smiled, as he wrapped his arms around her, positioning her to lean on him.
"What did Snape have to talk to you about?" She asked him. Draco laughed, his soft chuckle ringing in her ears.
"He just noticed that we partnered up. Without being forced to. I think he knows what's going on between us, at least he expects it."
"Well that wouldn't be so surprising. It did raise a few eyebrows." Draco smiled, but then his expression darkened when he remembered his little run in with Harry in the corridor.
"I take it things aren't going so well with you and Potter?" he suddenly asked. Hermione sighed as she closed her eyes slowly. She remembered his words, the look in both of her friends eyes.. It hurt too much just to think about it.
"It's horrible," she whispered. "They won't talk to me.. And.. I just can't.." She swallowed hard. "I just feel so bad."
"Take it Potter went totally ballistic? Well that was expected." Hermione sensed something in his voice.. She thought he was hiding something. It was about Harry.
"You.. Harry hasn't done anything to you, has he?" Draco sighed, as he ran a hand through his hair.
"He just asked me what I wanted with you," he said, his voice awfully quiet. Hermione turned away, her lungs felt as if they were being restricted once again. Draco looked at her, the way she tried to hide the pain and hurt she had received from all of this.. He wished there was something he could do to ease her, to make her forget. He thought just a moment to try to make her problems disappear would be enough, for him, but every time he saw her this way.. He was never content. He knew she was breaking underneath all of this, and if he could just figure out what he could do to lift the burden just a bit.. Maybe then he wouldn't feel so crushed when he saw her like this.
"Why can't he just understand?" She whispered, her voice breaking. She felt tears coming from behind her eyes again, and she tried her best to force them there. She tried her best not to seem weak, not to seem as if.. She wasn't reconstructable, as if she was ruined. Although she was, behind the mask, underneath it all. Draco brought comfort, yes, and other things she could only thank God for, but.. What if he wasn't there? What if, what would she do when she was alone, and caught by all this again? What could she do? She hated herself for seeming so weak, for being such a weakling. For letting these tears slip out when she didn't want them to. For letting her lungs become so held down, her vision to get so blurry. She hated herself for crying even though she knew that they did absolutely nothing.
Hermione sniffled, as she wiped her tears away on her sleeve. But even with all her will to make them stop, they kept coming. Draco looked at her, worry and concern in his silver eyes.
"Hermione.." He said. All he wanted to do was make her stop crying, make her forget about her bloody friends. He couldn't help but feel a crushing feeling inside him as every tear slipped out, and she tried her best to cover it up. She let out a ragged sigh, putting her hand down, as the flow eventually stopped.
"I hate seeing you like this, Hermione," Draco said to her quietly. She heard the depth and seriousness in his voice, and she could tell that he had meant it. She nodded, as he held her tightly, pressing his forehead on her shoulder.
"I hate seeing you like this, knowing I can't do anything about it," he said. Hermione smiled, faintly, at his words.
"You make me happy, Draco," she whispered to him, as she put her hand on top of his, on her stomach. "That's all I could ask for."
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Harry sat in the common room, with his red haired friend, staring into the fireplace, the fire dancing and flickering. Ron looked over at him, worried and slightly confused. Harry had been so quiet, ever since Hermione's confession.. Ron looked down. He couldn't blame him. Her with Malfoy? It was too hard to swallow it down. And knowing Harry, it must have been ten times more difficult. Ron had always known that his two friends were closer, and he had no problem with it. He could see Harry was happy with Hermione around, and she was happy with him around too. He had always known how to treat her right and also how to talk to her.
He looked back up at him, and he knew there had to be something. Ron sensed there was something, something Harry was hiding but was clearly important. Somehow Ron had a clue as if to what it was, but he just couldn't place it. He could see that it was troubling his raven haired friend, for he always had this far away look in his eyes, as if remembering, realizing.. Then he always saw a flicker of pain. He was so curious, but he was also very observant. Ron had noticed Harry's eyes wander to Hermione, and linger on her more than it should. But then, watching Harry watch her.. He saw the glaze of hurt and pain.. But there was something else. Something much more deeper, something that caused this situation more painful for him than anyone else. Ron thought Harry should've told him, he would've.. But maybe, maybe he just.. Maybe Ron had to force it out of him.
"Harry?" Ron asked, but Harry didn't budge. His deep emerald eyes remained on the fire.
"yeah," he said.
"Are you alright?"
"Just fine."
"You don't look fine to me."
"Well, everything is."
Ron sighed, running a hand through his fiery red hair. "Harry, mate, please don't lie to me. I could read you like a book." Harry turned to him, finally, but his expression was empty.
Ron looked at him, searching for any emotion in his eyes. "Mate, I'm sorry about Hermione.." Harry suddenly turned away, and Ron knew he had struck something by mentioning her name. So it had to do with her, he was definitely sure.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Ron quietly asked his friend. "Maybe about a certain brown haired Gryffindor named Herm-"
"Knock it off, Ron," Harry snapped. Ron grinned playfully.
"So there is something then." Harry sighed, as he tried to focus on the fire again. But his heart was heavy, and he could feel that same stone being shoved down his throat.
"Harry.. If there's something then you've got to tell me."
"Why, Ron? So you could tell me exactly to solve the problem?" He snapped at him, and Ron was losing his patience.
"Look, all I'm trying to do is help you, and I can't if you're being so bloody stubborn," Ron said to him. "So you can tell me, or not. But if you don't, then I'm not going to give a damn if you mope around like a blasted dog who got kicked out of it's owner's house."
Harry sighed, as he heard the hint of frustration and anger in his friend's voice. Harry never took his eyes off the fire.
"It's about Hermione," Harry said quietly. Ron waited for him to say more, listening attentively. "I saw her, that day we went to Hogsmeade, and I went back to.. Ask her something." Ron got a clue as if to where this was going.
"I saw her with Malfoy, underneath the tree, outside.. And I, I got so angry. I waited for her to tell us, for a week. I waited a week, hoping she'd eventually tell us, but.." Harry paused. "She never did. So one day, when I was walking down the corridor, she caught up with me, asking me what was wrong. Why I haven't spoken to you or her, why I can't even bear to look at her." Harry finally turned to Ron, his green eyes filled with hurt, regret, pain.. Guilt.
"And I just went off on her. I was so angry, Ron.. You don't understand.. It's like, everything about her, everything she said, I was just reminded that Malfoy.." He stopped, suddenly, as if trying to find the right words. Harry swallowed.
"We ignored her Ron, we let the whole Hagrid business push her away. Right into the arms of Malfoy. I let that happen. I let.. I let her fall in love with him. And I can't help but think if we had just told her, then-"
"Harry, Hagrid asked us not to tell anyone. Even Hermione. And as hard as that was, we had to keep our word, Harry. It's not your fault this happened, Harry. It's not your fault she fell in love with him."
"I know, but.. I could've prevented it. I just.. I can't let it go. I can't let her go."
"Harry.. I have a feeling there's something more to this," Ron said quietly. "You could tell me."
Harry looked at his friend, still unsure. But he knew he had to tell someone, before he burst. He could only hide or hold back so many things.
"There is," Harry said, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He looked back at the fire, and the crackling flames were week and tired, for no one had tended it.
"I'm in love with her."
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
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No, this chapter is NOT NAMED AFTER the Hilary Duff song..
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
'I turn everything over
Rumor has it you love me
Rumor has it the world turns upside down
Rumor has it my only hope is you
And the rumors are true
I turn everything over'
-'I Turn Everything Over'
by Switchfoot
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Come Clean
Hermione walked up to the common room, with Draco. She set her books down on the couch, as she sat down with him. She smiled, as he wrapped his arms around her, positioning her to lean on him.
"What did Snape have to talk to you about?" She asked him. Draco laughed, his soft chuckle ringing in her ears.
"He just noticed that we partnered up. Without being forced to. I think he knows what's going on between us, at least he expects it."
"Well that wouldn't be so surprising. It did raise a few eyebrows." Draco smiled, but then his expression darkened when he remembered his little run in with Harry in the corridor.
"I take it things aren't going so well with you and Potter?" he suddenly asked. Hermione sighed as she closed her eyes slowly. She remembered his words, the look in both of her friends eyes.. It hurt too much just to think about it.
"It's horrible," she whispered. "They won't talk to me.. And.. I just can't.." She swallowed hard. "I just feel so bad."
"Take it Potter went totally ballistic? Well that was expected." Hermione sensed something in his voice.. She thought he was hiding something. It was about Harry.
"You.. Harry hasn't done anything to you, has he?" Draco sighed, as he ran a hand through his hair.
"He just asked me what I wanted with you," he said, his voice awfully quiet. Hermione turned away, her lungs felt as if they were being restricted once again. Draco looked at her, the way she tried to hide the pain and hurt she had received from all of this.. He wished there was something he could do to ease her, to make her forget. He thought just a moment to try to make her problems disappear would be enough, for him, but every time he saw her this way.. He was never content. He knew she was breaking underneath all of this, and if he could just figure out what he could do to lift the burden just a bit.. Maybe then he wouldn't feel so crushed when he saw her like this.
"Why can't he just understand?" She whispered, her voice breaking. She felt tears coming from behind her eyes again, and she tried her best to force them there. She tried her best not to seem weak, not to seem as if.. She wasn't reconstructable, as if she was ruined. Although she was, behind the mask, underneath it all. Draco brought comfort, yes, and other things she could only thank God for, but.. What if he wasn't there? What if, what would she do when she was alone, and caught by all this again? What could she do? She hated herself for seeming so weak, for being such a weakling. For letting these tears slip out when she didn't want them to. For letting her lungs become so held down, her vision to get so blurry. She hated herself for crying even though she knew that they did absolutely nothing.
Hermione sniffled, as she wiped her tears away on her sleeve. But even with all her will to make them stop, they kept coming. Draco looked at her, worry and concern in his silver eyes.
"Hermione.." He said. All he wanted to do was make her stop crying, make her forget about her bloody friends. He couldn't help but feel a crushing feeling inside him as every tear slipped out, and she tried her best to cover it up. She let out a ragged sigh, putting her hand down, as the flow eventually stopped.
"I hate seeing you like this, Hermione," Draco said to her quietly. She heard the depth and seriousness in his voice, and she could tell that he had meant it. She nodded, as he held her tightly, pressing his forehead on her shoulder.
"I hate seeing you like this, knowing I can't do anything about it," he said. Hermione smiled, faintly, at his words.
"You make me happy, Draco," she whispered to him, as she put her hand on top of his, on her stomach. "That's all I could ask for."
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Harry sat in the common room, with his red haired friend, staring into the fireplace, the fire dancing and flickering. Ron looked over at him, worried and slightly confused. Harry had been so quiet, ever since Hermione's confession.. Ron looked down. He couldn't blame him. Her with Malfoy? It was too hard to swallow it down. And knowing Harry, it must have been ten times more difficult. Ron had always known that his two friends were closer, and he had no problem with it. He could see Harry was happy with Hermione around, and she was happy with him around too. He had always known how to treat her right and also how to talk to her.
He looked back up at him, and he knew there had to be something. Ron sensed there was something, something Harry was hiding but was clearly important. Somehow Ron had a clue as if to what it was, but he just couldn't place it. He could see that it was troubling his raven haired friend, for he always had this far away look in his eyes, as if remembering, realizing.. Then he always saw a flicker of pain. He was so curious, but he was also very observant. Ron had noticed Harry's eyes wander to Hermione, and linger on her more than it should. But then, watching Harry watch her.. He saw the glaze of hurt and pain.. But there was something else. Something much more deeper, something that caused this situation more painful for him than anyone else. Ron thought Harry should've told him, he would've.. But maybe, maybe he just.. Maybe Ron had to force it out of him.
"Harry?" Ron asked, but Harry didn't budge. His deep emerald eyes remained on the fire.
"yeah," he said.
"Are you alright?"
"Just fine."
"You don't look fine to me."
"Well, everything is."
Ron sighed, running a hand through his fiery red hair. "Harry, mate, please don't lie to me. I could read you like a book." Harry turned to him, finally, but his expression was empty.
Ron looked at him, searching for any emotion in his eyes. "Mate, I'm sorry about Hermione.." Harry suddenly turned away, and Ron knew he had struck something by mentioning her name. So it had to do with her, he was definitely sure.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Ron quietly asked his friend. "Maybe about a certain brown haired Gryffindor named Herm-"
"Knock it off, Ron," Harry snapped. Ron grinned playfully.
"So there is something then." Harry sighed, as he tried to focus on the fire again. But his heart was heavy, and he could feel that same stone being shoved down his throat.
"Harry.. If there's something then you've got to tell me."
"Why, Ron? So you could tell me exactly to solve the problem?" He snapped at him, and Ron was losing his patience.
"Look, all I'm trying to do is help you, and I can't if you're being so bloody stubborn," Ron said to him. "So you can tell me, or not. But if you don't, then I'm not going to give a damn if you mope around like a blasted dog who got kicked out of it's owner's house."
Harry sighed, as he heard the hint of frustration and anger in his friend's voice. Harry never took his eyes off the fire.
"It's about Hermione," Harry said quietly. Ron waited for him to say more, listening attentively. "I saw her, that day we went to Hogsmeade, and I went back to.. Ask her something." Ron got a clue as if to where this was going.
"I saw her with Malfoy, underneath the tree, outside.. And I, I got so angry. I waited for her to tell us, for a week. I waited a week, hoping she'd eventually tell us, but.." Harry paused. "She never did. So one day, when I was walking down the corridor, she caught up with me, asking me what was wrong. Why I haven't spoken to you or her, why I can't even bear to look at her." Harry finally turned to Ron, his green eyes filled with hurt, regret, pain.. Guilt.
"And I just went off on her. I was so angry, Ron.. You don't understand.. It's like, everything about her, everything she said, I was just reminded that Malfoy.." He stopped, suddenly, as if trying to find the right words. Harry swallowed.
"We ignored her Ron, we let the whole Hagrid business push her away. Right into the arms of Malfoy. I let that happen. I let.. I let her fall in love with him. And I can't help but think if we had just told her, then-"
"Harry, Hagrid asked us not to tell anyone. Even Hermione. And as hard as that was, we had to keep our word, Harry. It's not your fault this happened, Harry. It's not your fault she fell in love with him."
"I know, but.. I could've prevented it. I just.. I can't let it go. I can't let her go."
"Harry.. I have a feeling there's something more to this," Ron said quietly. "You could tell me."
Harry looked at his friend, still unsure. But he knew he had to tell someone, before he burst. He could only hide or hold back so many things.
"There is," Harry said, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He looked back at the fire, and the crackling flames were week and tired, for no one had tended it.
"I'm in love with her."