Over the Moon
Chapter Five
Disclaimer: I do not own the property of HP.
Summary: Draco finally manages to get outside, shocked at what he sees.
Hermione Granger
The night air tugged at me as I ran outside, my face shiny with tears. My nose was runny, my face already red and blotchy. I hoped Malfoy wouldn't come today, like he had yesterday.
I ran fast into the night, stumbling along. All I could think of was how I screwed up my life so badly. How could they all see me? A girl who is yet the smartest witch of her year. Someone with brown bushy hair. Someone like me. But that was only the image they saw. They didn't see my life that I lived at home. They didn't see how names hurt me, even though I was in Gryffindor. They couldn't see. No one can.
I finally stopped and broke down on the damp grass, holding my knees to my face. I gazed at both of my wrists, sticky, red, and wet.
I'm only a sixth year, what will happen by the time I'm in seventh year? Both my parents want the best for me. They know I'm smart. But then again they are the least of my troubles. They're kind and considerate. And that's why I love them.
I don't even know why I cry like I do. Is it because I'm lonely? Now that makes me think of Malfoy with his troublesome words. Suddenly I remembered why I was out here, and pulled out my wand.
"Disinvisablelium," I croaked, pointing my wand at myself.
I feel myself glow for a second from the spell.
Draco Malfoy
After I watched Pansy and Millicent's cat fight. I quickly got out from the Slytherin common room. I was a bit late for today's running, I'll admit. I don't know why I even bother to come out anyways. She's certainly not someone Father would want me to be friends with. But still, he's in Azkaban, so that doesn't entirely matter.
Suddenly I reached the Great Hall, blindly reaching the huge double doors. I try opening them, but they're locked.
"Alohamora," I stammer quietly, jamming my wand at the lock. It clicks softly as I pull it open instantly. Soon I'm out and about, the coldness hitting me. Why couldn't Granger just run when the weather was warm?
I climb down the stairs, my eyes scanning the grounds. But it's pretty hard to see, considering how dark it is. But the moon's on my side, and soon I spot a brown bushy haired girl sitting on the grass. She's a few yards away from me, and I notice that her body's heaving.
My footsteps spring towards her, my heart aching for the girl. I hear her snuffles and hear how silent the world really is at this moment.
Hermione Granger
"Granger," says a soft masculine voice. "What's wrong?"
I gaze up at the silver grey eyes of Malfoy's. My eyes suddenly welling up with tears again.
"Go away," I manage to croak, too weak to attack.
"No," he says firmly. He bends down and sits next to me. "Something's bothering you."
"Why do you care," I snap. "I'm just a stupid little mudblood to you!"
"No your not," he says quickly, but quietly.
"Hello?! Is your brain turned off or something. I am a Gryffindor, you are a Slytherin," I say, slowly pronouncing each word. "We do not get along. We are enemies." I peek out stubbornly through my arms, careful for him not to glimpse at my wounds.
"So what?" he says boldly, peering into my eyes. "It's not a fact and things can change. People can change. I kissed you yesterday, doesn't that mean anything to you?"
I blush, opening my mouth like a fish, but no words registrating.
"If you're thinking, it's probably just about yourself," he says his eyes glittering. "If you cared at all, you'd stop crying and talk to me civilly. Your just a person as am I. I don't care much about what houses we're in. I just do what I bloody hell want."
His arrogant face stared at me willing me to say something back. Already he's made me feel like I've disappointed him, and myself.
"I'm sorry," I finally mange to say, after gulping."But, it's just way too confusing these past few days. I've just learned I'm being watched from someone I've always thought as an enemy."
He smiles at me, his eyes finally showing kindness and warmth behind them. "I suppose so. But you'd probably think that I'm a stalker when I tell you this."
"What?"
He looks into my eyes seriously, and I can tell he's going to choose his words careful.
"I've watched you run almost every day that I can possibly find to," he pauses studying my already redden face. "Since we were both in the second year, nearing third."
My jaw drops open. "Are you serious? Why would you do something like that?"
He looks away pulling at the green grass beneath us. "I dunno. I was young back then. We were all innocent . . . carefree . . . Anyways, I guess I've always known . . . that I liked you. Well, somehow deep inside . . . Pretty much physical attraction or whatever."
"I just looked out of the window one day and saw you running. The next day I went to investigate. And then after that, I found myself coming day after day. Week after week and so on."
I can't believe Malfoy is telling me this. I absolutely can not. Right now it feels as if my brain is malfunctioning. And now I feel dizzy and weak, really, really . . . .
A:N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks to everybody who's reviewed, you all rock!