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Chapter 13: Your Every Color

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Hermione made her way to Gryffindor Tower and outside of the Fat Lady's portrait, she looked at her wrist watch and it was close to almost being 12: 30 at night. She hoped no one was in the common room...

The Portrait swung forwards and she quietly entered. Looking about the common room, she spotted no one and sighed in relief. She was very glad no one was down here at the moment. She quietly crept up the girls' staircase and into her dorm. The soft snores of her roommates told her that they were all sleeping...

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Harry laid in his four-poster bed, thinking of everything that had happened. He wished he could just for once stop thinking, not feel. But being Harry Potter, that was impossible.

He had ruined it. He loved Hermione, he knew it. Then why did he have to be such a bastard and do what he did? He didn't even have a Time Turner to take it all back. He doubted he could get one.

He could hear Ron and Neville snoring; they were the loudest. He looked at his watch and it was 5 am. He slept about a total of two hours this night. He couldn't sleep. He wouldn't sleep through this. He had to think of a way to get Hermione back, and about everything that went through his head sounded like a wrong idea, or it wouldn't work. He knew Hermione and she wasn't a quick forgive. He had hurt her feelings so much. And he couldn't believe himself. He berated himself for thinking that he would not get caught. Vaguely he thought that was one of the reasons why he did what he did.

This was getting ludicrous, he got up from bed, and went down the stairs to the common room. His problems wouldn't solve if he just laid in bed. He had to do something.

He sat at a desk near the now extinguished fire, which sprung back to life when it felt his presence. He opened his bag, which he had left at the couch, and took out a quill and piece of parchment.

Once he finished writing all his feelings, he slipped the parchment into a book bag. Feeling slightly better he went back up the boys' staircase and getting to his cold bed, he slipped in it...

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The next morning wasn't too cheery, hopefully it contradicted to the day's events. Harry was certainly hoping so.

"Wow...Harry you look like you didn't get any sleep at all," said Ron once he got a look at Harry as the boys were getting ready for breakfast. "You look really tired." Harry was tired, his mind felt weirdly soft. Like it was a horrible something turning into something you don't have to worry about anymore. Maybe everything was, after all, going to be alright. It was a weird feeling. "Let's go down to breakfast..."

As they walked into the common room, Harry half wished he could see Hermione, and half wished to disappear once he did. But getting just one moment with her, would be worth a lifetime. Her touch was like the touch of angels to him. Just one look at her and he was safely locked in. It dawned on him, as it did last night, that he couldn't live without her. It would be an agony. Not right.

Luckily, or maybe not, they didn't meet her on their way to breakfast. Ron asked Padma, down a corridor, if they had seen her. Padma said that she had already been at breakfast, and didn't know where else she could be.

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"It was my fault! I was the fool for thinking that we would work out! It tarnished our friendship. I knew it would from the moment I said yes!...But I felt like I had to, something told me to...I do have feelings for him still, I do love him, can you believe that?" Hermione laughed softly at herself. She was standing, and staring at her was Draco sitting on a bench on a secluded area of a courtyard. Draco listened to her talk, thinking over what she had said. How could she still love him! It was an impossible task for him to decipher. Of course no one would ever do that to a Malfoy, but if someone ever did betray him with someone else, both persons would be in serious pain right now. He would easily become heartless, merciless.

When Hermione had quickly finished her breakfast, she didn't want to run into Ron or Harry, knowing Ron would side with Harry. And Harry would...who knows?...So she left the Great Hall quickly and Draco had also finished eating, so he met up with her and asked if she was doing fine. Somehow they now found themselves together at this courtyard, Hermione pouring her heart out about Harry and Draco patiently listening and waiting for her to be done...Talk about the unlikeliness of it.

"You know what Granger?...All you need to do is forget about Potter," was Draco's way of trying to 'guide' Hermione. Hermione looked at him, sitting on the bench and shook her head slightly, almost pitying him. She sighed and sat by him.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." Said Hermione looking out ahead of her.

"Fine by me," he didn't want to talk about Potter. Couldn't they just snog senseless? That's what Draco wanted anyway.

"Let's talk about you and me, yesterday." Draco's head snapped to her. He really didn't want to talk about the kiss either. He paled with slight embarrassment. Her tone wasn't accusing or bossy in any way, it was a curious sort of tone, yet completely innocent. "Why did you do it?" Both of them could not believe they were having this conversation.

No words are necessary Hermione! Can't she get that in her head! "It was..." He didn't know whether to play it like he didn't want her, but that was absurd, he did want her, but he didn't want to say it. But he had to do something. She was all he thought about; day and night. "I don't know, I guess I wanted to do it, but...I just don't know Hermione..."

Hermione didn't know what she wanted either, she didn't know what she wanted from him. She knew she did love Harry. But she wasn't sure what to expect from a not-so-cold Malfoy. This was all slowly becoming different. Malfoy was being nice to her. Harry had turned on her...What to expect?...

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Hermione was ignoring Harry completely. Obvious, after what he did. Walking down a corridor, heading for Charms, they had both locked eyes. Hermione felt a wave of emotion enveloping her for that brief second and it lasted throughout the class. She thought of nothing else, but what had occurred. She pondered her newfound 'thing' with Malfoy. Hermione never thought that a friendship with Malfoy was possible, but one thing she knew, which was she couldn't love Malfoy...

AARRGGHHH! Cho is going to get what she deserves! Hermione wasn't the type to carry out a vengeance, but Cho would get hers...She was cruel and smiled a synthetic smile at Hermione during breakfast, that made her want to drag her by the hair and go pay Fluffy a visit. She'd make a nice breakfast...

During Arithmancy she was able to concentrate better, and she was so into getting Harry out of her mind, that she finished her assignment in class. Then having nothing to do she looked through her book bag, trying to find the Potions book that would help her write the paper for the Potion's assignment. And vaguely thinking that her and Draco should start brewing the potion again, once they added the roots, she came across a folded piece of parchment. Curious as she was, she unfolded it and it wasn't written in her handwriting, it was in someone else's writing. She read it.

I Love Your Every Color Hermione,

I can see the red, white and free in you. You light the night up like the moon.
And underneath your clouds, I see the blue.

You're hopeless 'cause you tell the truth. The stars are jealous of your shine.
If you were mine there's not a thing I wouldn't do.

There really isn't a thing I wouldn't do for you, Hermione. Please don't tear this

up, read it.

You're black and beautiful, yellow, tan. You're white as light and soft as sand.
With greens and greys for the days. A silver lining on the way.

You cover everyone just like a morning sun, you turn me into someone I would rather be.

You've helped me through the ups and downs, and some more downs. Please give me one

chance, just another, I was stupid! I know I was.

I love your every color. I love your everything. You wear the day around you
like it's yours to stay around you. Maybe I could stay around you too.
If that's alright with you.

You're coffee brown and bubble gum pink. And I think the shade of you is on the brink
of changing all the ways I see the world.

I could drown inside a single drop of all the kinds of things you got, and all the kinds

of things I'm not, it might just give me a chance to see from way up where you are
above the silent stars. Just dancing in the sky. You are as bright as a star, Hermione

you're perfect. I love your everything.

You're better than any rainbow. You're brighter than the sun. You look like my

first day of summer when my spring is on the run. You're gold and more gold.
And you're platinum too with snow toned, copper attitude
I don't know what I'd do without you. It's pain, agony, when you aren't with me.

Please come back to me! I love all your different colors. Please forgive me. It's a

lot to ask. I know, but just give me ONE chance, just one...

—HP

Hermione took out a piece of parchment which she would answer back in, right when the bell rang, signaling that Arithmancy was over. She sniffed and gathered her books and squashed the letter in her hand. She then proceeded to the Owlery.

There she took out her quill, and sniffing, she hastily wrote,

A little piece of paper with words written floats on down the street till the wind is gone.

The memory now is like the words were then, when the paper's crumpled up it can't be

perfect again...

—HG

Tears went down her eyes and she quickly motioned for Hedwig to come down from a nest at the top. And shivering slightly she attached her letter to Hedwig. She then took off, delivering the letter to her master.

It's not going to work...not this time... Hermione had broken up unfairly with Viktor, just to get stabbed in the back. It was a horrible feeling. But she's a fighter, she was going to keep on living, without Harry, she would make it. She didn't need backstabbing friends, better to be alone...

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Ok guys, wheew! That was a something of a chapter...Well now you can all REVIEW and tell me what it is you think.

The lyrics are from Train, (My Private Nation, "Your Every Color") I turned the lyrics into poetic prose, just wanted to give the band credit for that. And what Hermione wrote back to Harry was a little excerpt (tweaked a bit by me) from the lyrics of "forgotten" by Linkin Park. Credit to the awesome band!

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