Gray eyes. Blue around the pupil. It was an ocean of feelings. This ocean she could stare into forever, into its icy depths.

Feet were shuffling, someone was walking. Someone was coming closer. Hermione opened her eyes, waking from her daze.

Students entered the Potions classroom, not surprised to find Hermione there, the first in her seat. A few comments were said as many more students passed her to sit in their seats. "Mudblood" and "bookworm" were a few of the usuals. Hermione learned long ago that the only people in this world who acted most unloveable, needed the most love. She had learned to not take offence to any of the things said about her. But today was different. Things were different. Today, those things hurt.

He passed, with the she-devil. They were holding hands. Like he used to do with Hermione. She closed her eyes, but the image of Draco with another girl was imbedded into her mind.

They sat in the front of the classroom. Hermione could see them clearly from here. Draco was playing with Pansy's hair. She was obviously enjoying the attention.

The torture was finally over, classes were finished. Hermione would no longer see Draco and Pansy in any contact with each other.

Dinner came and all students were in the Great Hall. Hermione made an excuse about finishing up a paper before she left for dinner. Her friends believed her. And left her all alone in the Common Room.

Hermione was glad they had left. Neither had even recognized the hurt she was going through. Opening the balcony doors, Hermione went outside clad in her school uniform. The fireplace inside was forgotten, and all Hermione could think about was how the moon laughed at her, as she walked out into the open veranda. The clouds covered the moon from sight.

Thinking was all she wanted to do nowadays. About life and how worthless it all was. Wouldn't she be happier if death enclosed on her?

Hermione climbed on the top of the rail. Standing tall, she opened up her arms. If she had wings, wouldn't it be wonderful if she flew away from this life? Wouldn't it be wonderful if she were free from this hurt and suffering?

Hermione was faced with two choices: to get off the rail and go back inside, where Hurt waited for her, or try out her wings and have Death catch her in his open arms.

Death could cradle her. And comfort her. But Death took away something valuable. If she went into the Common Room, where Hurt was, Hurt would wait for her. Chase her wherever Hermione went. If Hurt followed, so would Suffering and Pain.

This world was a continuous cycle. Nothing would ever be perfect.

Cold. It was the only thing she felt. Hermione shivered once. And then she was set free, flying with the wind.

Air swept past her body. The ground was nearing, and soon everyting she had ever known would be forgetten. She didn't want to think or know about anything. Knowledge did not reign in non-existance. When it's all over, peace would come and settle in her soul. This tormented life would cease to haunt her. Love would just be a memory.

Time was at a standstill. It was almost over.

Suddenly, something was flying past her and as it did so, the figure captured her in its arms. Hermione gasped. She was placed on a broom, arms around her. A wave of recognition passed Hermione's mind. These were arms that had once held her tight and comforted her when she cried. She thought that she would never be embraced by these arms again. Then she spoke.

"What the hell was that Malfoy!" She shouted furiously, trying to get as far away from him as possible. But it wasn't possible; they were still flying in mid-air.

"I should be asking you the same thing," Draco growled. His tone was harsh, but his voice did not raise. "What were you thinking? You could have died if I wasn't here to catch you!"

Death would have caught me instead, she thought."What does it matter to you if a filthy mudblood wants to kill herself! She can if she wanted to. You have no right to stop me. I don't matter to you anymore!" Hermione let all her rage out. This was the one person who ripped her heart to shreds. She lost all memory of her being cold and cruel. Anger ruled out.

"I don't care what you think or say! No one has the right to take away their own life. No one is allowed control over their life," he replied, distant he seemed, as if talking about some other situation.

Ignoring his comment, Hermione told him, "I want you to take me down, this instant!"

He did not reply.

"Why can't you just leave me alone? You didn't want me in the first place. It's over, remember?" Hermione didn't want to be here. Her memories of being with Draco flooded her mind. They were haunting her with things she couldn't have.

Draco buried his head into Hermione's hair and wraped one arm tightly around her waist. "Maybe I don't want it to be over."

What did he mean? Did he want her back? Hermione remembered the times when he used to kiss her. But as he moved away from her mind, an image of Pansy appeared in her mind.

Hermoine was upset. "You're the one that told me it was over!" She pushed his arm away. "You're with Pansy now. I will not be responsible if you break another girl's heart."

Draco landed in the Quidditch field. Hermione jumped on to the grass and stormed off.

"Wait!" Draco latched on to her arm, leaving his broom afloat.

She turned around sharply. "What now?"

"I have my reasons," Draco's voice was barely above a whisper. "I miss you, Hermione." The way her name rolled of Draco's tongue seemed almost natural. No spite was apparent in his voice. It was truly sincere.

She just wanted to run into his arms and hold him there. But something was stopping her. Why did he leave her in the first place? Why was he with Pansy? Hermione wanted to know the truth.

Moments passed and Hermione was stuck in her thoughts. He was also the reason she was still alive at this moment.

"Why?"

Silence...

"Why did you do it?"

"Do what?" he asked.

"Why did you leave me?" Her voice was like a whisper in the wind.

"...I was just trying to protect you."

"This whole time... What are you trying to protect me from? Why did you end it in the first place?"

After some time, he answered, "Some day you'll understand."

"Some day I'll be gone and there won't be anything to understand. I'll have moved on by then and I won't ever think of this...This pain I'm going through! ...Just tell me; why did you leave me? What did I do wrong? We were doing so well, until all of a sudden you tell me it's over. I thought we had something, Draco."

Draco climbed on his broom. "One day..." he started. "You'll see."

Teardrops fell from the sky. Draco left, flying away.

Hermione fell to the wet grass and wept. Her wings were taken away. She had nothing left to do but to hope.