Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: Don't own characters, just the plot.
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To my friend Rubie, you rock. And thanks to all the reviewers!! I can't say how much I appreciate it.
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'I have a smile stretched from ear to ear
to see you walking down the road,
we meet at the lights,
I stare for a while,
The world just disappears,
Just you and me on this island of hope,
A breath between us could be miles,
Let me surround you my sea to your shore,
Let me be the calm you seek,
Oh and every time I'm close to you,
There's too much I can't say and you just
Walk away,
And I forgot to tell you I love you,
And the night's too long and cold here without you.
I grieve in my condition for I cannot find the strength
To say I need you so,
Oh and every time I'm close to you
There's too much I can't say and you just walk away
And I forgot to tell you I love you
And the night's too long and cold here without you.'
-'I Love you'
By Sarah McLachlan
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Inferno Witness
Draco sat in the common room, lazy fire flickering, fighting to dominate over the shadows. He had skipped dinner; so that he would be here when she would come. He couldn't take it. He could feel his heart being hammered down, crumbling into pieces at the pit of his stomach every time he saw her.
Every time he saw her and she wouldn't look at him.
His eyes had stayed on her the entire time, lunch, and breakfast. Classes would've been an extra advantage too, if they had had some. He sighed, as he ran a hand through his silvery blonde hair.
He stared back into the fire, and smiled faintly. So many had happened, so many things had occurred right in this very room, with the fire as a witness. This was where he had tried to talk to her, the first day this year at Hogwarts. The first time he had made her cry. The first time he had laughed with her. The first time he had told her how he felt. The first time his lips had met hers. The first time she had pushed him away.\
He closed his eyes, slowly. He had remembered so much, and in this bare room alone. Yet they, each memory, still gave him that feeling.. Like the pit of his stomach seemed to still be caving in deeper, whenever he thought of when he made her cry. And those hyperactive butterflies returned, as he remembered when he had kissed her for the first time. His memories, their memories, still triggered the same reactions inside of him.. He didn't want to think those memories would be his last with her.
He longed to kiss her again, to hold her in his arms. He longed to smell the faint trace of warm vanilla on her skin, to stare into her deep brown eyes. He wanted to be captivated, he wanted to be lost. And he could only be lost to her. He missed feeling as if everything seemed to be fading, vanishing when he was with her. Like time had stopped, the world had seemed to disappear. That feeling that he wouldn't give away for anything in the world. All he wanted to do was be with her again, tell her he was sorry. He couldn't bear the fact that she was ignoring him, that she was angry with him, although she had every right to be. It seemed as if guilt was making him sweat, making him suffer.. Yet he knew why.
He knew the other part that had triggered his cruel words. He just wasn't used to feeling so strongly about someone. He wasn't used to trying with all his might to be careful of his words, because he didn't want to hurt her. He wasn't used to longing to be by her side at every moment of everyday. He wasn't used to any of this. He was scared. Deep inside, he was scared. He was scared of what would happen to him, of when he would tell her how much she had control over him. He was scared that the feeling would get so strong, and he wouldn't be able to control it. He was scared of what he would do, what he would feel if she broke his heart. Draco Malfoy was scared.
But the one reason, above it all, was this.
Draco Malfoy was scared because he loved her.
He didn't know love, and he was sure he would've died before knowing any of it at all. He just didn't know how to handle it, especially on cases just as this. It was wrecking everything inside of him, being apart from her. Loving her so much that he couldn't stand thinking that she was angry with him. He wanted it to go away. But he couldn't let it go.
He didn't know what he would do it something had happened to her. Usually Malfoys would stay calm and cool, even if their loved one was on the brink of death. Malfoys didn't know love, of course, so it was much easier to watch that person die and suffer. But for Draco, it was different. Something had happened to him, someone had happened to him. He didn't know if he was meant to feel this, he didn't know if it was an accident, or just chance.
But it was here now. And it couldn't go away, even if he had wanted it to. He would feel this way about her, loving her every breath she took, every moment she let the world pass without wondering. He would love her every single day of his life, and even beyond that.
It left him feeling confused. And scared. But he couldn't help but hope that he would have her to be with him, and be scared together. For all the days of his life.
Just then he heard the door open, and his eyes bolted open. He quickly stood up, as he saw the brown haired girl. Hermione felt as if she was rooted to the ground. Here she was, in this room with Draco. Again. He neared her, and she had swallow hard. She had every intention of turning away, going back into her room. But his eyes willed her not to go. And she was trapped in his gaze again.
"Hermione," he said, and she felt her back against the cold wall. Her heart was pounding, her hands felt clammy and icy as if they were dead. She looked at Draco, and the breath she had been holding seemed to escape from her. He was looking at her, with such determined and hopeful eyes, still wearing his robes. His silver eyes seemed to have something flickering inside of them, because of the fire behind him. His blonde hair was slicked back, but a couple of strands had come loose, and fell across his face. She could feel herself backing into the wall even more, although she knew there was no possible way she could get out now.
"Draco," she said, softly. Draco felt himself wince, at the sound of her voice. It was full of hurt and pain, and how he wished he could just wrap his arms around her and take it all away. Hermione felt as if the room was freezing, while at the same time it was on fire. She wasn't wearing her robes or her uniform; just merely her pajamas. And she just wanted to run. Run away from the smoldering cold, run away from him. Run away from the painful memories he brought unto her.
Before she knew it, she was doing exactly she had been wishing but a second ago. She hadn't realized it, but she had walked to her door, her back to him, hand on the cold doorknob. She swallowed hard, as she twisted it, slowly.
"Hermione, don't," she heard him say. She stopped, and let the knob spring back. She couldn't turn around. She felt weak. Even with just him being in the same room. But she could feel his silver-piercing gaze on her, and that alone could've stopped her heart from beating.
Draco could feel his lungs threatening to explode, from holding his breath. He let his eyes bore into her retreating back. He needed her to stay.
"I'm sorry," he said to her. "I'm sorry for what I said, that I hurt you." Hermione didn't say anything, and it seemed as if she was frozen.
"Please say something," he pleaded at her. Finally, she sighed and turned to him, her eyes glimmering from the firelight. He still saw pain in them, and now he knew that even with the most well thought out apology he couldn't take it away.
"Why did you say it? You meant it, didn't you? You needn't need to be sorry if you truly felt that inside. An apology's useless, Draco," she said. "You don't apologize if you really meant all those things you said to me. About Harry, and Ron. You can't take it back, Draco. You just can't."
Draco winced, and he felt his heart fold, at the sight of her glossy eyes. Hermione let out a ragged breath, as she felt tears sting her eyes.
"What else do you want?" He asked her, softly. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want to know why. Why you spend time with me, why you look at me, as if the mere thought of me being angry with you breaks your heart. Why do you do that, if you despise my friends so much? It seems to me, you hate the thought of me spending time with them, because like you said, they aren't even worth my tears."
She looked at him, her deep brown eyes pleading.
"Why do you spend time with me, tell me why they don't deserve me?" Her voice started breaking. "I know you hate them, so why associate with someone who loves them dearly?"
Draco stared at her; he couldn't find the words to say. What was he to say? Finally, something hit him.
"I was scared," he choked out.
"Why?" she asked him. He didn't answer, as he felt his stomach caving in deeper, eating up the pieces that had fallen from his heart.
"Why were you scared, Draco?" she asked, him, her voice soft. But after a few minutes of waiting for his answer, he saw disappointment in her brown eyes. He felt as if his heart had just died, when she just turned, and headed to her door. Her back was to him again, and he knew he had to say something. He couldn't let her leave. Things were still so unresolved; she was still pained. He was hurt at the thought of just seeing him pained her. He knew he had to tell her the truth. He had to tell her. Before it was too late.
Hermione twisted the knob, and felt the lock 'click.' Draco swallowed hard.
"I love you."
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: Don't own characters, just the plot.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
To my friend Rubie, you rock. And thanks to all the reviewers!! I can't say how much I appreciate it.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
'I have a smile stretched from ear to ear
to see you walking down the road,
we meet at the lights,
I stare for a while,
The world just disappears,
Just you and me on this island of hope,
A breath between us could be miles,
Let me surround you my sea to your shore,
Let me be the calm you seek,
Oh and every time I'm close to you,
There's too much I can't say and you just
Walk away,
And I forgot to tell you I love you,
And the night's too long and cold here without you.
I grieve in my condition for I cannot find the strength
To say I need you so,
Oh and every time I'm close to you
There's too much I can't say and you just walk away
And I forgot to tell you I love you
And the night's too long and cold here without you.'
-'I Love you'
By Sarah McLachlan
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Inferno Witness
Draco sat in the common room, lazy fire flickering, fighting to dominate over the shadows. He had skipped dinner; so that he would be here when she would come. He couldn't take it. He could feel his heart being hammered down, crumbling into pieces at the pit of his stomach every time he saw her.
Every time he saw her and she wouldn't look at him.
His eyes had stayed on her the entire time, lunch, and breakfast. Classes would've been an extra advantage too, if they had had some. He sighed, as he ran a hand through his silvery blonde hair.
He stared back into the fire, and smiled faintly. So many had happened, so many things had occurred right in this very room, with the fire as a witness. This was where he had tried to talk to her, the first day this year at Hogwarts. The first time he had made her cry. The first time he had laughed with her. The first time he had told her how he felt. The first time his lips had met hers. The first time she had pushed him away.\
He closed his eyes, slowly. He had remembered so much, and in this bare room alone. Yet they, each memory, still gave him that feeling.. Like the pit of his stomach seemed to still be caving in deeper, whenever he thought of when he made her cry. And those hyperactive butterflies returned, as he remembered when he had kissed her for the first time. His memories, their memories, still triggered the same reactions inside of him.. He didn't want to think those memories would be his last with her.
He longed to kiss her again, to hold her in his arms. He longed to smell the faint trace of warm vanilla on her skin, to stare into her deep brown eyes. He wanted to be captivated, he wanted to be lost. And he could only be lost to her. He missed feeling as if everything seemed to be fading, vanishing when he was with her. Like time had stopped, the world had seemed to disappear. That feeling that he wouldn't give away for anything in the world. All he wanted to do was be with her again, tell her he was sorry. He couldn't bear the fact that she was ignoring him, that she was angry with him, although she had every right to be. It seemed as if guilt was making him sweat, making him suffer.. Yet he knew why.
He knew the other part that had triggered his cruel words. He just wasn't used to feeling so strongly about someone. He wasn't used to trying with all his might to be careful of his words, because he didn't want to hurt her. He wasn't used to longing to be by her side at every moment of everyday. He wasn't used to any of this. He was scared. Deep inside, he was scared. He was scared of what would happen to him, of when he would tell her how much she had control over him. He was scared that the feeling would get so strong, and he wouldn't be able to control it. He was scared of what he would do, what he would feel if she broke his heart. Draco Malfoy was scared.
But the one reason, above it all, was this.
Draco Malfoy was scared because he loved her.
He didn't know love, and he was sure he would've died before knowing any of it at all. He just didn't know how to handle it, especially on cases just as this. It was wrecking everything inside of him, being apart from her. Loving her so much that he couldn't stand thinking that she was angry with him. He wanted it to go away. But he couldn't let it go.
He didn't know what he would do it something had happened to her. Usually Malfoys would stay calm and cool, even if their loved one was on the brink of death. Malfoys didn't know love, of course, so it was much easier to watch that person die and suffer. But for Draco, it was different. Something had happened to him, someone had happened to him. He didn't know if he was meant to feel this, he didn't know if it was an accident, or just chance.
But it was here now. And it couldn't go away, even if he had wanted it to. He would feel this way about her, loving her every breath she took, every moment she let the world pass without wondering. He would love her every single day of his life, and even beyond that.
It left him feeling confused. And scared. But he couldn't help but hope that he would have her to be with him, and be scared together. For all the days of his life.
Just then he heard the door open, and his eyes bolted open. He quickly stood up, as he saw the brown haired girl. Hermione felt as if she was rooted to the ground. Here she was, in this room with Draco. Again. He neared her, and she had swallow hard. She had every intention of turning away, going back into her room. But his eyes willed her not to go. And she was trapped in his gaze again.
"Hermione," he said, and she felt her back against the cold wall. Her heart was pounding, her hands felt clammy and icy as if they were dead. She looked at Draco, and the breath she had been holding seemed to escape from her. He was looking at her, with such determined and hopeful eyes, still wearing his robes. His silver eyes seemed to have something flickering inside of them, because of the fire behind him. His blonde hair was slicked back, but a couple of strands had come loose, and fell across his face. She could feel herself backing into the wall even more, although she knew there was no possible way she could get out now.
"Draco," she said, softly. Draco felt himself wince, at the sound of her voice. It was full of hurt and pain, and how he wished he could just wrap his arms around her and take it all away. Hermione felt as if the room was freezing, while at the same time it was on fire. She wasn't wearing her robes or her uniform; just merely her pajamas. And she just wanted to run. Run away from the smoldering cold, run away from him. Run away from the painful memories he brought unto her.
Before she knew it, she was doing exactly she had been wishing but a second ago. She hadn't realized it, but she had walked to her door, her back to him, hand on the cold doorknob. She swallowed hard, as she twisted it, slowly.
"Hermione, don't," she heard him say. She stopped, and let the knob spring back. She couldn't turn around. She felt weak. Even with just him being in the same room. But she could feel his silver-piercing gaze on her, and that alone could've stopped her heart from beating.
Draco could feel his lungs threatening to explode, from holding his breath. He let his eyes bore into her retreating back. He needed her to stay.
"I'm sorry," he said to her. "I'm sorry for what I said, that I hurt you." Hermione didn't say anything, and it seemed as if she was frozen.
"Please say something," he pleaded at her. Finally, she sighed and turned to him, her eyes glimmering from the firelight. He still saw pain in them, and now he knew that even with the most well thought out apology he couldn't take it away.
"Why did you say it? You meant it, didn't you? You needn't need to be sorry if you truly felt that inside. An apology's useless, Draco," she said. "You don't apologize if you really meant all those things you said to me. About Harry, and Ron. You can't take it back, Draco. You just can't."
Draco winced, and he felt his heart fold, at the sight of her glossy eyes. Hermione let out a ragged breath, as she felt tears sting her eyes.
"What else do you want?" He asked her, softly. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want to know why. Why you spend time with me, why you look at me, as if the mere thought of me being angry with you breaks your heart. Why do you do that, if you despise my friends so much? It seems to me, you hate the thought of me spending time with them, because like you said, they aren't even worth my tears."
She looked at him, her deep brown eyes pleading.
"Why do you spend time with me, tell me why they don't deserve me?" Her voice started breaking. "I know you hate them, so why associate with someone who loves them dearly?"
Draco stared at her; he couldn't find the words to say. What was he to say? Finally, something hit him.
"I was scared," he choked out.
"Why?" she asked him. He didn't answer, as he felt his stomach caving in deeper, eating up the pieces that had fallen from his heart.
"Why were you scared, Draco?" she asked, him, her voice soft. But after a few minutes of waiting for his answer, he saw disappointment in her brown eyes. He felt as if his heart had just died, when she just turned, and headed to her door. Her back was to him again, and he knew he had to say something. He couldn't let her leave. Things were still so unresolved; she was still pained. He was hurt at the thought of just seeing him pained her. He knew he had to tell her the truth. He had to tell her. Before it was too late.
Hermione twisted the knob, and felt the lock 'click.' Draco swallowed hard.
"I love you."