A/N: This is my new story [[I have also changed my name due to a divorce.. lol.. well a large break up! but I'm still me, the older Rinscott. I have basically taken the plot from my other story because I was unsatisfied with it.lol. Any way, this is the one I'll be working on. Enjoi[[and Review!



Everything in Your Eyes

Chapter 1:

The shone through the white mesh hanging over the trellises. The aisles were lined with different shades of pink daisies and white roses. The sound of birds chirping and the small crowd making small talk created a pleasant atmosphere for the joyous event about to take place. Nearly all of the rows of white seats were occupied with happy yet anxious witnesses. They all awaited the arrival of the co-star of the evening, even the groom looked on with nervous anticipation. Ever so often, he would fidget with his light pink tie or mess with his impeccably flat, so blonde it was nearly white, hair. His groomsmen tried to calm him slightly, but even they were a bit edgy. This young group was rather inexperienced in the wedding area, seeing as this was their first time being marriage ceremony, being only one and a half years after their final year at Hogwarts, which seemed like an eternity ago for the group of friends who had been through so much.

The music from the keyboardist began to float through the air. Two young girls, wearing white dresses with light pink polka dots and lace, began to make their way down the aisle. They dropped red rose petals every few steps as the crowd smiled and whispered of their cuteness. As the pair stood, with a look of determined concentration, in the place she had been instructed the night before on the left side of the opening to the small gazebo. A small blonde boy, not much over than 4 years old, then made his way proudly up the aisle. He was carrying a small silk pillow with two white gold, matching rings. He bounced lightly into his place and beamed back at the chuckling onlookers.

Next, came the ginger headed, maid of honor, dawning a light pink dress with a white sash and lace around the bottom, where it ended at her knee. The other two bridesmaid's dress were similar in design but with a little less detail. The moment was nearly here. The thing that had the people gathered on the edge of their seats. Every head turned as the music did.

A light breeze blew into the faces staring at the young woman-walking arm in arm with a tall, gray haired gentleman. Her dress was white, strapless, and flowing, although very form fitting around her upper torso. A light pink ribbon encircled her waist, matching with the small petal accents throughout the dress. Her face shrouded by the veil showed a subtle blush, nearly a glow, accompanying the smile she adorned. This was their big day and she was ecstatic but found herself embarrassed at the faces that gazed at her with varying emotions; some were smiling the biggest smiles, some were in tears, and others looked completely astounded. She never cared to be in the spotlight, fore she always felt she became overly clumsy when under pressure to perform well. Amazingly, she reached the destination without stumbling or tearing up.

The gentleman announced that he gave this woman to be wed and took his seat by his wife. She turned to her lover, as he lifted her veil. Her brown hair was mostly pulled up into a loose up-do with several perfect curls hanging down, some framing her face and lightly hanging about her shoulders. Her makeup was simple yet suiting; she wore light brown eyeliner and a little pink eye shadow, with a natural blush on her cheeks. He stared into the brown orbs that he loved so much. She saw everything in his oh so light blue eyes, everything that told her today was going to go as perfect as she hoped, everything that told her they would make it safely to the beach, and everything that told her what a wild, lovely night it would soon be.

3

After being rudely awoken by the shrill buzz of her alarm clock, Hermione stared around her room trying to decipher what she had just dreamed. Was she really just having a dream about a wonderful wedding? A wedding that took place only a few years from now? And try as she might she should not recall the details of the groom, but she could almost still feel the intense pleasure she had when looking into his silvery, cobalt eyes.

She sighed and put the thoughts to the back of her mind, she had more pressing matters at hand. She had to complete an essay by noon so she would be able to work on her Arithmancy tables and her Herbology project. She also knew that Harry and Ron would probably want help with their's. They were almost to the N.E.W.T.S exams and so the teacher had begun to pile on the workload in order to prepare them.

She showered and dried her now tame hair, thanks to Lavender and Pavarti who had finally dished the secrets of straightening potions. She threw on a light blue shirt that tied in the back, being partial to the color after this morning's dream, and a new pair of stonewashed jeans that her muggle friend Breanna had given her. She thanked God that weekends at Hogwarts were casual; it was just too warm to wear those robes.

She grabbed her bag and descended the steps of the girls' dormitory, deciding that studies were more important than breakfast at the moment. She took her normal seat in the corner of the room and scrawled down notes on the Gnome Revolt of 1557. As she was nearly finished with her essay, Ron and Harry joined her at the table.

"Hey Mione, skip breakfast again?" Harry chuckled. Hermione simply nodded in return, she was in the middle of a good thought and she couldn't lose it. Ron placed a few biscuits and a piece of ham on the table that he had rolled up in a napkin.

"Here, I thought you'd get hungry. I always work better on a full stomach."

"You do not Ron, you work even less then." Harry laughed. Ron just kind of shrugged as if to say, 'Yeah, you're right.' Hermione held in her giggles as hurriedly wrote out her conclusion.

"There, done!" she smiled as she put her quill down momentarily, taking a biscuit and the ham.

"Wow, did you finish that whole thing this morning?" Harry asked astounded. Hermione simply nodded with a mouth full.

"Harry, look who you're talking about." Ron laughed.

"Yeah, you're right." Harry fake-sighed. "I wish I could work that quick."

"Have you boys even started on your essays?" she asked in a motherly sort of way, as if she were going to scold them. They both looked at her in a sheepish sort of way. She just rolled her eyes and picked up her Arithmancy book. The boys started up a conversation on Quidditch so Hermione was able to tune them out really quickly. She drew up her tables and was done before noon. By that time though, the boys had left to go off and play Exploding Snap with Neville and Seamus.

This left her plenty of time to dwell on her thoughts, which she didn't like. The fact that she didn't know who her mystery groom was began to bother her. Not feeling like Herbology, she set off to the grounds to read one of her new favorite books, Twilight. She loved that the book was about an ordinary girl who had found the love of her life in someone so beautiful. The book sort of reminded her of her short fling with Viktor Krum, but she shrugged off those feelings not really liking to think about him.

She found her favorite seat by the lake, a large rock that had the perfect view of it but was still somewhat secluded and she figured that not many people knew of it. She delighted in the way the sunlight shone on her, she laid back and rested her head on one of her arms. She closed her eyes for a moment to take in the wonderful feeling. She saw the eyes, his eyes, the lovely blue that was prettier and lighter than any lake she had seen. She sighed.

She opened her eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, and turned back to her reading. Footsteps alerted her to an approaching person. She glanced up to see Draco Malfoy walking her way, although he looked deep in thought. As he looked up, she saw them. They were the eyes from her dream, although they looked a lot more troubled. He stilled when he saw her. For a minute, neither of them said anything, having been very startled to see each other.

"Malfoy." She greeted. She still couldn't believe it was him she saw in her dream. It had to be someone else.

"Mudblood." He replied with less malice in his voice than usual. He averted his eyes, looking to the lake.

"Something the matter?" Hermione asked when he hadn't just turned to leave.

"You're in my seat." He said flatly.

She snorted and raised an eyebrow. "Your seat, eh?" Nevertheless, she moved over a little, giving him a small amount of room, but the most the rock would allow. He looked away from the lake and eyed the room she had offered. She really expected him to spit some random insult at her, but he surprised her by silently sitting down. She watched him but he never took his eyes back off the lake.

The air between them was between awkward and hostile, but calmed slightly as Hermione turned back to her novel. She attempted to read more but couldn't quite concentrate on Bella when she had her own dreams to ponder. If it really was him in them, why? Why would she ever dream about marrying him? How could she ever consider that? He sneaked a small glance at him. He was resting his head on one arm that was propped up on his leg. He looked a bit like an angsty statue.

As she was about to look away he looked at her. Again, they just looked at each other, and then he spoke. "Like what you see, Granger?"

"I was wondering why you weren't insulting me and then I realized it was because you weren't flanked by your cronies or your whorish posse." She retorted. The biggest surprise of all was that he didn't look very angered, he merely chuckled.

"You aren't with your brainless gits, either." He smirked at her.

"Yeah, sometimes it's better to get away from mindless Quidditch." she laughed instead of being offended.

"Yeah." He said returning to his thoughts and looking up into the sky.

Hermione worried that someone would wonder upon them, but was interrupted by him speaking. "It feels really nice out today. The sun is shining so brightly, making the lake look so…" he searched for a word.

"Wonderfully blue." She said, hiding a blush at the thought of what that description currently meant to her. He looked down at her.

"Yeah, Granger. So very blue." He paused. "So when did you find my little private hide out?"

Surprised by how light and pleasant their conversation was, she paused. Then remembered her voice, "It was at the beginning of last year. I would hide over here and cry sometimes after…" she cut herself, not believing how carelessly she almost began to give away things she never spoke of.

He seemed not to be bothered by her sudden stop, she assumed it to be because he didn't really care anyway. She looked down at her hands, slightly embarrassed by her near rambling.

"I've came here to get away from things since First Year." He stated. She wondered what things could have been troubling him that early on but then remembered the scum he called a father. She didn't look back up at his face for fear he was looking at her still. He picked up her book and examined it. "Stephenie Meyer, eh?"

She turned her head up at him quickly. "You know of her books?" he was full of surprises today.

"I read a lot when I'm at my home." He admitted, flipping through the pages.

"But this is a Muggle book."

"It's also a very decent love story." He handed the thick novel back to her. She still stared at him in awe. "Have you read New Moon yet?" he asked.

"No, I wasn't even aware that it was out. I was rereading this one."

"Yes. I have it, if you'd like to envy it." He smirked. She looked at him hard. "I'm kidding. I could let you read it." He chucked.

What the hell?! Am I dreaming again? Not only is he sitting beside me talking, he's joking and offering to lend me things? And he hasn't insulted me but once?! I have to be dreaming! Hermione's head was racing but she managed to nod in reply.

"Why?" she asked simply, it seemed to be the only word she could coherently form.

"Why what. Granger?"

"Why are you talking to me? Why are you offering to let me borrow your book, which I'm still astounded that you read? Why are you being civil? Not to be entirely rude and kill the polite conversation or anything, but you've never sat within five feet of me without complaining about me being filthy." She said it all really fast, but he heard it all.

He averted his eyes from her again and she thought he wasn't even going to reply. "Because I can." His simple answer to all of her questions. It pretty much was a fit answer, and she knew it would be the only one she would get, so she let it go. Showing that she accepted it, she asked him a question about one of the characters and so began another light conversation.