Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
Clear Skies and Gentle Breezes
Harry stood out in the balcony, staring out into the endless blue sky, feeling the breeze ruffle through his hair, echoing his thoughts and feelings. He could feel the fresh, chilly air press against his skin, making shivers travel up his spine. But he liked it out here; quiet, peaceful. Lonely. He sighed, his eyes never moving from the quite plain but extraordinary site.
His mind was on her again. He could still feel the painful throbbing in his heart, just thinking about her. He remembered how close he had been, to telling her, and he remembered how his conscience and heart had been crying out to him. And the sudden unbearable weight that had suddenly appeared in him, seeing everything as if it were grey. That was his chance, and he had blown it. Or rather, he had let it go. But Hermione was happy, he saw, she was really happy with Malfoy, whether he liked it or not. And even though it pained him, he wanted her to be happy; she deserved to be. He didn't need any more dilemmas or problems to be brought into her life.
Besides, he was her friend. And if he had left her when she was troubled, then what good could he probably do if he was her boyfriend? Not much better, he was sure. It was just so hard, letting go of her. Probably the hardest thing he'd ever have to do.
Just then, he heard the door open, and a person join him outside. Hermione turned to him, smiling faintly.
"Hey Harry," she said to him, softly. Harry tried to ignore the straining tug that was pulling on his heart, as he smiled back at her, his green eyes dark but sparkling.
"Hey." Hermione sighed, as she felt the soft breeze comb through her tresses, and press against her skin. She looked out into the beautiful site, and she smiled, remembering Harry had a knack for seeing things in such plain views as this. She could help but agree with him; it really was extraordinary.
"It's beautiful out here," she said.
"Yeah, it really is," he said quietly. And they both stood in a comfortable silence, before Harry spoke.
"How's Malfoy?" He asked her, even though he knew he answer could only pain him.
"He's fine," she said, smiling faintly.
"How is it?" He asked, turning to her. "Being with him, I mean."
She smiled at him. "He's a nice guy, Harry, really. He treats me well, and you've got nothing to worry about. But it is wonderful, being with him," she said. "If that's what you mean."
She grinned at him. "What about you? I mean, there's got to be some girl on your mind."
Harry smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "There was."
"Oh?" She said, surprised. "And I take it you don't want to tell me who she is?"
Harry sighed. "I think it's better if you don't know, Hermione." Hermione looked at him.
"Well then.. It's safe to say you fell in love with her?"
"I still am."
"Oh," she said, then lightly giggled.
"Have you told her?"
"No."
"Harry you've got to tell her! You never know, you might be the boy she's had on her mind too."
Harry smiled, but she noticed it was a sad sort of smile.
"I can't." He turned to her, his eyes dark and cloudy.
"She loves someone else." Hermione pressed her lips into a firm line, looked at him, then turned back to the blue sky.
"How do you know?" she said, softly.
"Because, I know," he said.
"Does she know you love her?"
Harry smiled, looking at her just staring into the sky.
"No."
"Is she close to you?" Harry didn't answer, as he turned his gaze back to the sky also.
Hermione sighed.
"Do you.. Well, do you really feel so strongly about her?"
"Yes," he said softly.
"Then.. You should tell her." Harry didn't answer.
"Harry," she said. "You should tell her. Maybe she deserves to know."
"I think.. It'll just hurt her, and I can't bear that."
Hermione sighed. "If she really means so much to you.."
"She's really happy, right now. I don't want to ruin it for her."
"But, do you want to tell her?"
"Yes."
"Then you should."
Harry smiled, watching the sky as it tinted pink. Hermione looked at him, and she took one look at the sky. She wrapped her fingers in his, and gave it a squeeze, before going back inside.
Harry smiled, his green eyes glimmering from the soft but bright hue.
"Maybe I just did," he whispered to himself, his eyes still on the abundant scene.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
Clear Skies and Gentle Breezes
Harry stood out in the balcony, staring out into the endless blue sky, feeling the breeze ruffle through his hair, echoing his thoughts and feelings. He could feel the fresh, chilly air press against his skin, making shivers travel up his spine. But he liked it out here; quiet, peaceful. Lonely. He sighed, his eyes never moving from the quite plain but extraordinary site.
His mind was on her again. He could still feel the painful throbbing in his heart, just thinking about her. He remembered how close he had been, to telling her, and he remembered how his conscience and heart had been crying out to him. And the sudden unbearable weight that had suddenly appeared in him, seeing everything as if it were grey. That was his chance, and he had blown it. Or rather, he had let it go. But Hermione was happy, he saw, she was really happy with Malfoy, whether he liked it or not. And even though it pained him, he wanted her to be happy; she deserved to be. He didn't need any more dilemmas or problems to be brought into her life.
Besides, he was her friend. And if he had left her when she was troubled, then what good could he probably do if he was her boyfriend? Not much better, he was sure. It was just so hard, letting go of her. Probably the hardest thing he'd ever have to do.
Just then, he heard the door open, and a person join him outside. Hermione turned to him, smiling faintly.
"Hey Harry," she said to him, softly. Harry tried to ignore the straining tug that was pulling on his heart, as he smiled back at her, his green eyes dark but sparkling.
"Hey." Hermione sighed, as she felt the soft breeze comb through her tresses, and press against her skin. She looked out into the beautiful site, and she smiled, remembering Harry had a knack for seeing things in such plain views as this. She could help but agree with him; it really was extraordinary.
"It's beautiful out here," she said.
"Yeah, it really is," he said quietly. And they both stood in a comfortable silence, before Harry spoke.
"How's Malfoy?" He asked her, even though he knew he answer could only pain him.
"He's fine," she said, smiling faintly.
"How is it?" He asked, turning to her. "Being with him, I mean."
She smiled at him. "He's a nice guy, Harry, really. He treats me well, and you've got nothing to worry about. But it is wonderful, being with him," she said. "If that's what you mean."
She grinned at him. "What about you? I mean, there's got to be some girl on your mind."
Harry smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "There was."
"Oh?" She said, surprised. "And I take it you don't want to tell me who she is?"
Harry sighed. "I think it's better if you don't know, Hermione." Hermione looked at him.
"Well then.. It's safe to say you fell in love with her?"
"I still am."
"Oh," she said, then lightly giggled.
"Have you told her?"
"No."
"Harry you've got to tell her! You never know, you might be the boy she's had on her mind too."
Harry smiled, but she noticed it was a sad sort of smile.
"I can't." He turned to her, his eyes dark and cloudy.
"She loves someone else." Hermione pressed her lips into a firm line, looked at him, then turned back to the blue sky.
"How do you know?" she said, softly.
"Because, I know," he said.
"Does she know you love her?"
Harry smiled, looking at her just staring into the sky.
"No."
"Is she close to you?" Harry didn't answer, as he turned his gaze back to the sky also.
Hermione sighed.
"Do you.. Well, do you really feel so strongly about her?"
"Yes," he said softly.
"Then.. You should tell her." Harry didn't answer.
"Harry," she said. "You should tell her. Maybe she deserves to know."
"I think.. It'll just hurt her, and I can't bear that."
Hermione sighed. "If she really means so much to you.."
"She's really happy, right now. I don't want to ruin it for her."
"But, do you want to tell her?"
"Yes."
"Then you should."
Harry smiled, watching the sky as it tinted pink. Hermione looked at him, and she took one look at the sky. She wrapped her fingers in his, and gave it a squeeze, before going back inside.
Harry smiled, his green eyes glimmering from the soft but bright hue.
"Maybe I just did," he whispered to himself, his eyes still on the abundant scene.