Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
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' Everything I know
Tells me she's everything That I could hope for
Everything I know Tells me I can't let her walk away
*I took my time to find the words I hoped she'd feel the same
'Cause I want someone to share my smile
To share the pain To be there when the sea turns gray
To share the joy For better or worse
And I thought that it might've been her
Wonder if she knows The way I saw her soul Light up my life
Wonder if she knows The pain I feel tonight.'
-'Might Have Ben Hur'
by switchfoot.
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Asked Sacrifices
Harry watched Hermione from afar, every meal, and every class. He didn't want to, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help but observe her, but every time he saw that pained look in her eyes when she looked up and caught his gaze, he felt his insides crumble.. It hurt him, it did. But it was as if he was addicted to the crushing feeling.. And he couldn't take his eyes off her. Ron was awfully worried.
He knew how his best friend felt about her, he did. Harry had told him, and he remembered being in complete shock, but somehow deep inside, he knew it was coming. Maybe he knew all along, all those hints and clues.. But maybe, maybe he just refused to see it. He knew Harry's feelings would make everything harder, everything more complicated. For him too, yes, but it was Harry's heart at stake. It was his heart that was getting beat on and shattered every second. He felt pain for his friend, but he knew he couldn't possibly guess how much it hurt for Harry. He knew whatever his guess was, it would still be too far. He always saw his green-eyed friend get this far away look in his eyes, especially when Hermione was near. Part of him wanted to scream at him, the other part just wanted to stay silent, let fate take its course. Well, fate was taking way too long. He couldn't stand just watching his friend like this.. But would it be fair if he interfered? Was he supposed to? Or was it all up to Harry now? He was confused, worried, frustrated. He wanted to talk to Hermione, ask her to try and talk to Harry.. But he just didn't know if it was in his place. He didn't want to make matters any worse, but he felt as if he had to do something. Ron looked across the Gryffindor table, to Hermione.
She was reading, while blindly eating the orange slices on her plate. He observed her, her eyes moving at every line, with speed and grace. She seemed as if to be into the book, not bothering to pay attention to her breakfast, after all. But all of a sudden, as the red haired boy let his eyes linger on her, she looked up, as if sensing his gaze. They caught each other's eyes, and she looked at him, questionably. Now, she didn't see any hate or anger in her friend's eyes, like she imagined. Instead, she saw confusion.. There was something dark and deep in his blue eyes, something he longed to tell her.. But he couldn't seem to. Finally, she sighed, and looked back down at her book. She reached over at her plate for another slice, and flipped the page. Ron took a sip of his pumpkin juice.
He turned to Harry, who seemed to be away again.
"You alright, mate?" He asked. Harry smiled faintly, as he looked down on his plate, half empty.
"What do you suggest I do?" he asked Ron, as if it had been on his mind the whole morning. Ron sighed.
"To be honest, I don't know. I have no clue at these things, you know that.. But.. I think it's all up to you." He paused.
"It's really killing you, all this, isn't it?" he asked quietly. Harry looked up, to something across the room.
"To put it simply, yes. I want to talk to her, apologize, but then.. Those feelings start rushing back, and I become angry again." He sighed. "There are just so many things holding me back."
"I could talk to her."
Harry sat quietly, as if trying to process that idea through his mind, "You can try." Ron nodded.
"She doesn't seem angry with us, Harry. Maybe she's sad, disappointed, upset.. But not angry. We've got to try, try now before.. Before things get out of hand." There was a moment of silence between the two boys, as if trying to sort out their thoughts. Finally, Harry spoke.
"It's amazing, how Hermione manages to see some good in people, every single one," he said silently. "Even.. Even Malfoy."
Ron smiled faintly, looking over at the Slytherin table, watching the platinum blonde haired boy. He chuckled lightly.
"Yeah, that's just too bad, isn't it?"
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Ron scanned the bookshelves, looking for..
"Ah, here's the bloody book," he said to him, as he pulled the edge back and observed the cover. It was plain looking, a brownish-red cover. He opened the book, and flipped through the pages. He saw pictures of dragons, old witches and wizards.. He closed the book, and headed out of the long aisle. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a certain familiar brown haired girl sitting at a table, lonesome and quiet. He tried to make up his mind, if he should talk to her or not. He decided he needed to, so with a deep breath, he headed towards her. He didn't know what her reaction would be, for it seemed ever since she fell in love with Malfoy and confessed it.. That she was just as unpredictable as everyone else. He stopped in front of her, her nose in a fairly thick book that had a sort of tattered, green cover.
"Hermione," he said quietly. Hermione looked up from her book, and the sight astonished her. She didn't expect for them to be talking to her anytime soon.. She put down her book, after folding down the edge of the page, reserving her spot in the book. She stared at him, intently.
"Ron," she said. He sighed, running a hand through his red hair.
"Look, Hermione.. We're really sorry, for.. For everything. We- we didn't mean to ignore you, and about that whole Malfoy thing.. Well, it was just unexpected, and well.." He looked at her, not finishing his sentence. His blue eyes pleaded at her.
"Ron, I'm not angry with you," she said, quietly. "And I don't expect you to get along with him, or anything.. But, I just.." She paused. She looked up at him, her brown eyes searching his. "How's Harry?"
Ron sighed. "Hermione.. I think you should really talk to him."
" He has nothing to say to me, and I.. I don't think he can stand to listen to me anymore," she said, solemnly.
"Now, Hermione, you know that's not true."
"Do I? I mean.. Look at the effect this had on Harry. I hurt him, Ron. And, God knows, maybe I just hurt him more when I try to talk to him. I don't want to do that. I didn't want to hurt you or him, you know that." She sighed. "But you can't ask me to let Draco go," she said. "It isn't fair."
"How is it not fair, Hermione? I mean, look at Harry, he's lost his parents, and he's lost Sirius. You've got to put yourself in his shoes for at least a second, understand how he feels. At least try."
She looked at him, as she stood up. Her brown eyes were pleading, innocent.
"I love him, Ron. I love Draco. And I just can't understand why you or Harry can't accept that. I mean, I know he hasn't been nice to us, or at least bearable over the past few years, but he's changed, Ron. He's a good person."
"How do you know, Hermione?" He asked. "How do you know he's not just using you to get to Harry? How do you know that he's not just feeding you all these lies, acting and playing this charade, only to break your heart and humiliate you in the end?"
Hermione's eyes brimmed with tears, but she held them back. Ron continued.
"We've all got to sacrifice something, Hermione, something that we love, something that we have to let go even if we can't. That's just the way it is."
"Sacrifice? Sacrifice?" She said, the tears threatening to come out. "Maybe that's how you see it, Ron, and maybe you're right. But who says I have to sacrifice Draco? I'm happy with him, Ron. And if you can't see that, then.." She tried to swallow back the sudden dryness of her throat.
"Then maybe.. Maybe it's our friendship that I have to sacrifice, not Draco." And she packed up her book, gave him one last look and went out the library doors. Ron stood there, head hung.
Something told him that he had just done what he feared he would do.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
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' Everything I know
Tells me she's everything That I could hope for
Everything I know Tells me I can't let her walk away
*I took my time to find the words I hoped she'd feel the same
'Cause I want someone to share my smile
To share the pain To be there when the sea turns gray
To share the joy For better or worse
And I thought that it might've been her
Wonder if she knows The way I saw her soul Light up my life
Wonder if she knows The pain I feel tonight.'
-'Might Have Ben Hur'
by switchfoot.
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Asked Sacrifices
Harry watched Hermione from afar, every meal, and every class. He didn't want to, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help but observe her, but every time he saw that pained look in her eyes when she looked up and caught his gaze, he felt his insides crumble.. It hurt him, it did. But it was as if he was addicted to the crushing feeling.. And he couldn't take his eyes off her. Ron was awfully worried.
He knew how his best friend felt about her, he did. Harry had told him, and he remembered being in complete shock, but somehow deep inside, he knew it was coming. Maybe he knew all along, all those hints and clues.. But maybe, maybe he just refused to see it. He knew Harry's feelings would make everything harder, everything more complicated. For him too, yes, but it was Harry's heart at stake. It was his heart that was getting beat on and shattered every second. He felt pain for his friend, but he knew he couldn't possibly guess how much it hurt for Harry. He knew whatever his guess was, it would still be too far. He always saw his green-eyed friend get this far away look in his eyes, especially when Hermione was near. Part of him wanted to scream at him, the other part just wanted to stay silent, let fate take its course. Well, fate was taking way too long. He couldn't stand just watching his friend like this.. But would it be fair if he interfered? Was he supposed to? Or was it all up to Harry now? He was confused, worried, frustrated. He wanted to talk to Hermione, ask her to try and talk to Harry.. But he just didn't know if it was in his place. He didn't want to make matters any worse, but he felt as if he had to do something. Ron looked across the Gryffindor table, to Hermione.
She was reading, while blindly eating the orange slices on her plate. He observed her, her eyes moving at every line, with speed and grace. She seemed as if to be into the book, not bothering to pay attention to her breakfast, after all. But all of a sudden, as the red haired boy let his eyes linger on her, she looked up, as if sensing his gaze. They caught each other's eyes, and she looked at him, questionably. Now, she didn't see any hate or anger in her friend's eyes, like she imagined. Instead, she saw confusion.. There was something dark and deep in his blue eyes, something he longed to tell her.. But he couldn't seem to. Finally, she sighed, and looked back down at her book. She reached over at her plate for another slice, and flipped the page. Ron took a sip of his pumpkin juice.
He turned to Harry, who seemed to be away again.
"You alright, mate?" He asked. Harry smiled faintly, as he looked down on his plate, half empty.
"What do you suggest I do?" he asked Ron, as if it had been on his mind the whole morning. Ron sighed.
"To be honest, I don't know. I have no clue at these things, you know that.. But.. I think it's all up to you." He paused.
"It's really killing you, all this, isn't it?" he asked quietly. Harry looked up, to something across the room.
"To put it simply, yes. I want to talk to her, apologize, but then.. Those feelings start rushing back, and I become angry again." He sighed. "There are just so many things holding me back."
"I could talk to her."
Harry sat quietly, as if trying to process that idea through his mind, "You can try." Ron nodded.
"She doesn't seem angry with us, Harry. Maybe she's sad, disappointed, upset.. But not angry. We've got to try, try now before.. Before things get out of hand." There was a moment of silence between the two boys, as if trying to sort out their thoughts. Finally, Harry spoke.
"It's amazing, how Hermione manages to see some good in people, every single one," he said silently. "Even.. Even Malfoy."
Ron smiled faintly, looking over at the Slytherin table, watching the platinum blonde haired boy. He chuckled lightly.
"Yeah, that's just too bad, isn't it?"
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Ron scanned the bookshelves, looking for..
"Ah, here's the bloody book," he said to him, as he pulled the edge back and observed the cover. It was plain looking, a brownish-red cover. He opened the book, and flipped through the pages. He saw pictures of dragons, old witches and wizards.. He closed the book, and headed out of the long aisle. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a certain familiar brown haired girl sitting at a table, lonesome and quiet. He tried to make up his mind, if he should talk to her or not. He decided he needed to, so with a deep breath, he headed towards her. He didn't know what her reaction would be, for it seemed ever since she fell in love with Malfoy and confessed it.. That she was just as unpredictable as everyone else. He stopped in front of her, her nose in a fairly thick book that had a sort of tattered, green cover.
"Hermione," he said quietly. Hermione looked up from her book, and the sight astonished her. She didn't expect for them to be talking to her anytime soon.. She put down her book, after folding down the edge of the page, reserving her spot in the book. She stared at him, intently.
"Ron," she said. He sighed, running a hand through his red hair.
"Look, Hermione.. We're really sorry, for.. For everything. We- we didn't mean to ignore you, and about that whole Malfoy thing.. Well, it was just unexpected, and well.." He looked at her, not finishing his sentence. His blue eyes pleaded at her.
"Ron, I'm not angry with you," she said, quietly. "And I don't expect you to get along with him, or anything.. But, I just.." She paused. She looked up at him, her brown eyes searching his. "How's Harry?"
Ron sighed. "Hermione.. I think you should really talk to him."
" He has nothing to say to me, and I.. I don't think he can stand to listen to me anymore," she said, solemnly.
"Now, Hermione, you know that's not true."
"Do I? I mean.. Look at the effect this had on Harry. I hurt him, Ron. And, God knows, maybe I just hurt him more when I try to talk to him. I don't want to do that. I didn't want to hurt you or him, you know that." She sighed. "But you can't ask me to let Draco go," she said. "It isn't fair."
"How is it not fair, Hermione? I mean, look at Harry, he's lost his parents, and he's lost Sirius. You've got to put yourself in his shoes for at least a second, understand how he feels. At least try."
She looked at him, as she stood up. Her brown eyes were pleading, innocent.
"I love him, Ron. I love Draco. And I just can't understand why you or Harry can't accept that. I mean, I know he hasn't been nice to us, or at least bearable over the past few years, but he's changed, Ron. He's a good person."
"How do you know, Hermione?" He asked. "How do you know he's not just using you to get to Harry? How do you know that he's not just feeding you all these lies, acting and playing this charade, only to break your heart and humiliate you in the end?"
Hermione's eyes brimmed with tears, but she held them back. Ron continued.
"We've all got to sacrifice something, Hermione, something that we love, something that we have to let go even if we can't. That's just the way it is."
"Sacrifice? Sacrifice?" She said, the tears threatening to come out. "Maybe that's how you see it, Ron, and maybe you're right. But who says I have to sacrifice Draco? I'm happy with him, Ron. And if you can't see that, then.." She tried to swallow back the sudden dryness of her throat.
"Then maybe.. Maybe it's our friendship that I have to sacrifice, not Draco." And she packed up her book, gave him one last look and went out the library doors. Ron stood there, head hung.
Something told him that he had just done what he feared he would do.