A/N: I am soooooooo sorry that this chapter did come out a while ago, I even had it for a while but I wasn't types. hitting my head against the wall , anyway read it, at I hope it makes up for the long wait.

Chapter 6: Blue eyes

How did—what the—how—how?

I did everything possible to make sure that Neville didn't know that I revived the potion. Hell, I transfigured a damn kangaroo so Neville wouldn't know! How—he couldn't—

"I don't know what the fuck you talking about Longbottom—"

"Bullshit!" Neville exclaimed. I was taken aback by his outburst…..this couldn't be coming from him—not from Neville.

"I know dammit!" his blue eyes, suddenly dark.

"I don't know much about Potions but I do know Herbology."

He took a deep breath.

"Stinkweed is from an ancient Scythian word "Stineed" which means memory. It stores passed any recent events and helps one remember them. Till today, Healers are researching on ways to reverse the memory charm because when it is mixed in a potion or spells with an article with a significant meaning to one's memory or a change in the awareness; it stores images that one's sees in one's mind.

"Stinkweed's doesn't make the memory; it just restores the events the object already holds. The reason why Healer still have problems is because the images this things produce are often blurry and sometimes misleading. But the most dependable artifact that can produce a decent memory is a part of a person, because it helps one remember all the encounters with that person. And the strongest of those artifacts is blood."

My breath hitched. And I forced myself to open my mouth to protest but Neville's newfound, hard tone cut me off from giving any form of denial.

"Malfoy…..when I disappeared I couldn't see anyone clearly, after all that was the potion was suppose to do, but I saw one person clearly"

My eyes widened in shock. I have made potions like the Disappearing Potion since I was 10 and not one had ever given me anything but a vague picture of what I saw. That just couldn't—

"The person was….you"

I was speechless.

"I didn't know how or why I could only see you, I didn't even care then because I was too happy thinking that this was the first time in my life that I got a potion right. But when I looked at you after the Stinkweed had activated because only another encounter with the person triggers the stored memories to form. I saw everything that had ever happened between us Malfoy, from the time you threatened to kill Trevor to the time you stole my Remembrall. It's a wonder how I didn't faint from all these flashbacks. I never knew I could remember so much at one time…..I usually forget" I saw a faint ghost of a smile on Neville's face but it disappeared quickly.

"But the very last memory is the one that caught my attention. The one of you cutting up the Stinkweed, like your mind depended on I, I remember you also….cutting your finger. I saw you drop the plant in my cauldron. I saw you turn my potion. I know Malfoy, I know you did it"

I looked away from him, knowing that I was defeated. Neville's voice returned from that hard tone and now was soft and gentle.

"Why did you do it Draco?"

You know why Draco

—what the f—

tell him why Draco

—who are yo—

He's waiting for you Draco

—how—

he needs to know

—Stop cutting me off!—

Silence

More silence

—hey, hey, come back—

—hey! I didn't mean—

tell him why Draco

—but I don't—

yes you do, Draco

—no I­—

yes

Silence

­—wait….how do you always know what I'm gonna say—

I'm your conscience, Draco

—oh shit……I've gone mad—

no, draco

—I'm crazy! Like those mental freaks—

Draco

—What would my father say—

Draco

—My damn conscience—

"….Draco" my eyes snapped open and there where those blue eyes, now etched with concern and curiosity

Draco, your embarrassing yourself

—What! You not—

Answer him Draco, and yes, I do exist

—but I don't—

you know Draco….tell him

—NO I DON'T!—

yes, you—

­—NO! I don't know what the fuck your talking about and I don't know who you think you bloody are! —

Draco…

—no, no, NO! —

Silence

"…….Draco" he said with his eyes now etched with worry. So I did him a favor and gave him the only answer that I knew despite what my conscience says….

"I don't know…." I said softly. His eyes, started to cloud with frustration. I felt that I had let him down, like I—. What am I even doing here, explaining myself to him anyway! Didn't I just say, not 2 minutes ago, that I would have nothing to do with him! So break it off everything, Draco! DO—IT—NOW!

"I don't even know why I'm here even talking to someone as stupid as you Longbottom!"

"You might have changed, but your still the fat arse you always were!"

His eyes turned blank, and his face stiffed and he gave me thw passive look he always did when I insulted him, the one I could never break. I needed to make him mad at me, make him leave me alone.

"You can't even do anything right except for putting plants into damn pots, and then you even think to say you something?

"Well, you're nothing Longbottom, not one single bloody thing!"

I needed him to leave, and with me left in tangles behind him.

"Damnit Neville! I swear you'll turn out just like your parents!"

Those clear, perfect blue eyes suddently turned dark, rigid, and empty of any life except for years and years of pain and auguish. The silence that came between us was as dead as the leaves that littered the field below. Neville looked away, into the pitch and I felt a sudden horrible feeling inside me, something I had never felt before—he was breaking me again. When his eyes met mine again the only thing left in them was an eerie hollowness that the sudden dark blue portrayed.

"You didn't mean that" he whispered

"You're so bloody stupid Longbottom! Of course I—I—obviously I—I mean I…" I fell silent because deep down inside the deepest part of me, I didn't mean what I said to him—even though I wanted to mean it so bad. He was beating me again in this endless battle with my emotions and I knew that I would come out of this worse than I had come in.

"No" I sighed, I needed to leave, get out of there, one way or another. His features were now soft, so soft.

"Draco" his whispered, I looked up and then away, not wanting to get lost in those eyes.

"Draco" he urged again, coming closer to me

"Droco he mumbled, and I could feel his breath on my face and shivered inwardly

"Draco" he murmured, and touch a lock of my blond hair. I froze. I can't do this. I jerked away from him and he drew his hand away quickly, with a hurt expression on his face.

"I—I'm sorry" he whispered, and placed his hands behind his back

"I—I didn't mean…" but I was backing away fast

"Draco…" the way he said my name. The way it left his lips, with such emotion, it was unbearable. He tried to reach out again.

"No!" I ended up shouting and he flinched away with a slightly shocked expression on his face.

"D—"

"Stop! Just Stop!" I was breaking apart

"I—"

"Stop" I was falling into pieces

"Stop what?"

"Everything" I sighed "Everything you say, everything you do" I was getting closer to the door

"I can't take this, I can't be near you anymore" I was so close, almost there…

"Draco," I halted "What did I do?"

"Everything, when I'm near you, I fall apart. I can't—think—hell, I don't even know what to say—what to do" I was falling

"I can't act the way I'm suppose to. I can't act like a Malfoy, I fail, I always fail" I was landing

"When he tells me t-to do something….I c-can't do i-it….I try…. I really, really, want t-to…. But I can't….b-but I h-h-have to" I stammered, I was crashing

"I have to o-obey, or h-he'll k-kill me…..I s-should be able t-to….it s-should b-be easy" I ended up sobbing

"Who's he Draco?" Neville asked but I was practically delirious at this time.

"Sometimes I break myself t-trying, but still I-I can't……even m-my father s-says I-I'm weak, and I should t-try harder b-but I-I've t-tried my hardest!" I cried in anguish and slipped down the door frame in shame. Once again, there were arms around me, sweet, strong, gentle arms that rocked me through the storm of tears that fell down my cheeks. Once again, there was that voice that told me soft, gentle words that calmed my soul when I wanted to explode.

Once again this unbelievable boy took me to a place, I never knew existed. A place of peace, gentleness, and pure bliss. When I had cried my tears away, I just rested against him, not caring what he thought of me at that moment, but wanted to take all the comfort that I could get while it was still there. But my content state didn't last long because we heard footsteps and bickering from down the corridor. I started to panic and raised my head, nut Neville, cool and collectively, took my hand and pulled me into a broom and Quaffle closet and gently locked the door behind us. It was really, really dark, but then I felt Neville's arm around me again and I gladly squeezed him to me too, right then thinking that he was the greatest person in the world.

"Come it off Hermione!"

"No I wouldn't, this has been going on all week!"

"But I'm keeper!"

"Am I'm president of the Witch Knowledge association but you don't see me studying all the time!"

"But you already know everything, you don't need to study!"

"But if I did, I wouldn't neglect you or Harry!"

"But you don't so you don't"

"I do see it that way, Ronald!"

"But I need practice!"

"But not like some drug addict on crack!"

"What's crack?"

"That not the point RON!"

"I don't—"

"You practice every day!"

"But I—"

"Of this week!"

"Your not—"

"For the past two weeks!"

Weasel seems to falter a bit.

"Hermione!"

"Don't you dare Hermione me!"

"You could help me!"

"You very well know that I can't, that's why you already ask Harry!"

"I do—"

"Do you even know how I feel?"

"I feel like I'm being neglected and I can't do anyth-th-thing" and her voice cracked, she sounded like she was on the verge of tears

"I'm sorry"

Silence

"But you haven't even tried" he murmured

"RON!"

No, no I'm serious, look, why don't we go for a ride, you behind me on my broom"

"But I—"

"Are you scared?"

"No…NO! Of course not!"

"Then, get on"

Silence

"I—okay. I admit it, I am scared"

"I wouldn't let anything happen to you 'mione"

Silence

"Ron I—it's just—"

"Just what?"

"I—"

"Come one, Hermione"

Silence

"Fly away with me."

"Okay" she whispered

I heard shuffling

"Don't worry, I won't go faster that I need to."

"Faster than you need to! Whaaaa…"

WHOOSH

And they were gone.

Me and Neville stayed in the closet for a moment and then came out.

"I guess we should go to bed now huh?" Neville whispered, still holding my hand.

"Yeah" I said refusing to let go

"So……I'll see you"

"Yeah" I sighed, feeling drained and to tired to fight

"Okay" he whispered and we both went our separate ways.

When I went to my dorm all the Slytherin boys were asleep. Without even bothering to change I slipped into my 4 poster bed and lay down my head. But I felt something funny against my head. It wasn't my pillow, it was under it. There I found a bright, purple rose that unfolded when I touched it. And when it bloomed a note fell from the depths of its petals. It said in scrawled glowing letters, that I have seen before, in the notes of a boy whose potions' cauldron just exploded. It said

"Draco, don't be afraid, fly away with me"

"Yes" my brain murmured

"Yes" my soul urged

"Yes!" my heart screamed

And clutching my rose and note to my chest, I fell into a peaceful sleep, fll of round blue, beautiful eyes.

A/n: Awwwwwww! Isn't it so sweet? Sigh Ok, if I get at least 5 more reviews I will have another chapter by Saturday. If not, I'm actually going to do my physics homework first and you know how long that takes! So review please and maybe so ideas would help too. Love those who still bother to read this story. . hugs and kisses. Peayceout…..