Disclaimer: [asleep] JK Rowling: I hereby hand over all Harry Potter
characters to this wonderful author. [wakes up, looks around, sighs]
Nope... not real. Just a dream. Darn it, I guess I don't own them... yet...
A/N- I've updated! Finally! I'm so very sorry everyone who's been waiting! There's been a LOT of things that've gone on. But I know, that's no excuse. Bad me. So sorry. Well.. Here it is!
Stranger at My Door
Chapter 21
Dream
Draco looked around. His father was gone, but where were Mr. and Mrs. Granger? They must've left when father got here, he thought. His gaze trailed to Hermione. Was she really going to die? How could this happen?
A salty ball rose up in his throat. For a second he didn't know what was happening. "I'm crying," he realized. It'd been so long since he allowed himself the luxury of tears. Well.he thought back to the day he had been crying for no reason, a long time since he had a reason to cry. And to think his reason was a mudblood.
He gazed at Hermione, through his tears, willing her to open her eyes. As if she had heard him, her eyes opened and she peered at him.
"So sad..." she whispered. "My heart feels broken."
He smiled a tiny smile, the corners of his lips quivering slightly. "That about describes it," he said softly to no one in particular.
"Harry and Ron didn't come, did they?" Hermione asked even though she knew the answer. Draco shook his head. Hermione paused, thinking. "Am I okay?"
He paused, trying to decide whether or not to tell her the truth. "The doctors said....they said you'd be just fine," Draco told her, his voice faltering at the end of the sentence.
"You're a horrible liar," she said with an attempt at humor in her voice, but she was unable to keep it from shaking.
He bit his lip and looked down, nodding. "I know." He watched as the emotions flickered in her eyes, a different one every second- pain, fear, denial- until finally it settled on acceptance.
"I guess.I guess this'll be what finally teaches me my lesson," Hermione looked at him through tear-filled eyes. "I'm just sorry I had to learn it so late."
Draco felt the sadness tug at his heart as a tear slipped from her eye. "What lesson, love?" he asked her, holding back the urge to wrap her in his arms. After all, he'd had a lot more time than she had to realize his love for her. The whole three days he spent waiting for her to wake up he tossed the idea around his head. But she hadn't known or done any of that.
"I learned that it's stupid to hold petty differences against someone because if you do, it can lead to hatred."
Draco's expression fell from the tiny bit of hope he had. So she did hate him.
He looked up at her in surprise when she reached for his hand. "And sometimes," she continued. "That hatred can keep you from the love of your life."
Draco felt a smile spread onto his face and tears spilling from his eyes. He cupped her chin and kissed her gently, before he could even think of who might see.
"When did you . know?" Draco wondered.
"I had a dream. . ." she muttered. He couldn't help but smirk, just slightly. "Not that kind of dream, pervert," she said smiling. He nodded in the "sure-if-you-want-to-pretend-that" kind of way, enjoying seeing her beautiful smile again.
"I saw you," Hermione started, suddenly serious again. "I saw you in the waiting room. But I. . . I was you. No. . . I wasn't you.. . . because I could see you as if I was just floating there in the middle of the room. But I could hear your thoughts almost as if they were my own." She shook her head. "Maybe it was just a really weird dream. It sounds crazy."
"No. . . It doesn't sound crazy," he reassured her, dazed. "Um. . . what were my thoughts?" he asked, then blushed kind of embarrassed to be asking.
Hermione tried to sit up a little and winced, laying back down again and taking a deep breath. "You were. . . worried about me," she said, staring down at her hands. "And. . . You were . . . I don't know. . . fighting with yourself. About your feelings about me."
When she looked up at him his eyebrows were furrowed, but like always his emotions were almost completely masked.
"I know, it's stupid," she repeated, looking down again.
"Hermione," he said, his voice horse. "Hermione, look at me. I don't think that was really a dream." He ran his hand through his hair. "Now I'm the one that sounds crazy."
"No. . . explain. What do you mean it wasn't a dream?"
"I'm just saying. . . maybe it wasn't a dream because. . . I was having those dreams," Draco admit to her. Her hand rose to her mouth and her eyes widened.
"So I'm not psycho?" she asked, hopefully
He took her hand in his, "No my love, you aren't." He paused. "Well. . . maybe. But not because of this."
"Draco!" He just chuckled and she sighed. He glanced at her, suddenly remembering why this was all happening. Was she really going to die? Could this be the last time he saw her smile? Could it be the last time he saw her??
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N- Wow.that took a long time to find the inspiration. But I wrote it in about five minutes, so if it's sucky I apologize. I have to go post this now, because I'm excited that I wrote again! And I hope this was up to par everyone. Please review!
A/N- I've updated! Finally! I'm so very sorry everyone who's been waiting! There's been a LOT of things that've gone on. But I know, that's no excuse. Bad me. So sorry. Well.. Here it is!
Stranger at My Door
Chapter 21
Dream
Draco looked around. His father was gone, but where were Mr. and Mrs. Granger? They must've left when father got here, he thought. His gaze trailed to Hermione. Was she really going to die? How could this happen?
A salty ball rose up in his throat. For a second he didn't know what was happening. "I'm crying," he realized. It'd been so long since he allowed himself the luxury of tears. Well.he thought back to the day he had been crying for no reason, a long time since he had a reason to cry. And to think his reason was a mudblood.
He gazed at Hermione, through his tears, willing her to open her eyes. As if she had heard him, her eyes opened and she peered at him.
"So sad..." she whispered. "My heart feels broken."
He smiled a tiny smile, the corners of his lips quivering slightly. "That about describes it," he said softly to no one in particular.
"Harry and Ron didn't come, did they?" Hermione asked even though she knew the answer. Draco shook his head. Hermione paused, thinking. "Am I okay?"
He paused, trying to decide whether or not to tell her the truth. "The doctors said....they said you'd be just fine," Draco told her, his voice faltering at the end of the sentence.
"You're a horrible liar," she said with an attempt at humor in her voice, but she was unable to keep it from shaking.
He bit his lip and looked down, nodding. "I know." He watched as the emotions flickered in her eyes, a different one every second- pain, fear, denial- until finally it settled on acceptance.
"I guess.I guess this'll be what finally teaches me my lesson," Hermione looked at him through tear-filled eyes. "I'm just sorry I had to learn it so late."
Draco felt the sadness tug at his heart as a tear slipped from her eye. "What lesson, love?" he asked her, holding back the urge to wrap her in his arms. After all, he'd had a lot more time than she had to realize his love for her. The whole three days he spent waiting for her to wake up he tossed the idea around his head. But she hadn't known or done any of that.
"I learned that it's stupid to hold petty differences against someone because if you do, it can lead to hatred."
Draco's expression fell from the tiny bit of hope he had. So she did hate him.
He looked up at her in surprise when she reached for his hand. "And sometimes," she continued. "That hatred can keep you from the love of your life."
Draco felt a smile spread onto his face and tears spilling from his eyes. He cupped her chin and kissed her gently, before he could even think of who might see.
"When did you . know?" Draco wondered.
"I had a dream. . ." she muttered. He couldn't help but smirk, just slightly. "Not that kind of dream, pervert," she said smiling. He nodded in the "sure-if-you-want-to-pretend-that" kind of way, enjoying seeing her beautiful smile again.
"I saw you," Hermione started, suddenly serious again. "I saw you in the waiting room. But I. . . I was you. No. . . I wasn't you.. . . because I could see you as if I was just floating there in the middle of the room. But I could hear your thoughts almost as if they were my own." She shook her head. "Maybe it was just a really weird dream. It sounds crazy."
"No. . . It doesn't sound crazy," he reassured her, dazed. "Um. . . what were my thoughts?" he asked, then blushed kind of embarrassed to be asking.
Hermione tried to sit up a little and winced, laying back down again and taking a deep breath. "You were. . . worried about me," she said, staring down at her hands. "And. . . You were . . . I don't know. . . fighting with yourself. About your feelings about me."
When she looked up at him his eyebrows were furrowed, but like always his emotions were almost completely masked.
"I know, it's stupid," she repeated, looking down again.
"Hermione," he said, his voice horse. "Hermione, look at me. I don't think that was really a dream." He ran his hand through his hair. "Now I'm the one that sounds crazy."
"No. . . explain. What do you mean it wasn't a dream?"
"I'm just saying. . . maybe it wasn't a dream because. . . I was having those dreams," Draco admit to her. Her hand rose to her mouth and her eyes widened.
"So I'm not psycho?" she asked, hopefully
He took her hand in his, "No my love, you aren't." He paused. "Well. . . maybe. But not because of this."
"Draco!" He just chuckled and she sighed. He glanced at her, suddenly remembering why this was all happening. Was she really going to die? Could this be the last time he saw her smile? Could it be the last time he saw her??
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N- Wow.that took a long time to find the inspiration. But I wrote it in about five minutes, so if it's sucky I apologize. I have to go post this now, because I'm excited that I wrote again! And I hope this was up to par everyone. Please review!