Author's Note:This one is a little weird I think. I write when the mood strikes me and whatever comes to mind as I think. My inspiration for this was Shinkai no Kodoku (Solitude of the Ocean Depths) from Gundam SEED Destiny (it is Stellar's image song! Awesomely cool if I do say so myself). I couldn't resist, I had to do it for Draco; it fit so perfectly (or at least, I thought it did).

I guess this is one of those "what could have been" sort of stories…since nothing even close to this happened in the books. I'm just a poor fangirl who wishes this sort of thing did happen…Anyway thank you for the reviews, you guys are awesome! I don't update very quickly, but if you guys like it I certainly will when the mood strikes me.

Summary: -Draco/Hermione- I left everything behind for her because she was all I could see.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter or Gundam SEED Destiny. If I did, I wouldn't be broke right now and the Harry Potter books would be drastically different.

Teach me sadness…

Sadness and sorrow…the only things I have ever known.

Anyone can wear a mask that gives the wrong impression of them; I did that ever since I was old enough to understand what my life would be like. It was to be a dark, cold thing without even my mother's slim arms to snake around me and hold me close. I was raised to never trust anyone save for myself; never to rely on anyone save for me.

I learned that if I closed my eyes, I wouldn't see the sadness that engulfed me. I realized that if I forgot what it felt like to touch my skin with that of another person I would never feel pain. That was how I survived my early years at home; pretending life was bright and pretending I did not desire the touch of another person. Every day I woke up and put on my usual mask of haughty contentedness. Every day I woke up ready to lie.

My days melted into each other without my notice; I cared not whether it was night or day. I tried my best to be the kind of person my parents wanted. My mother spared cool glances for me; I was her prized son, never to be disturbed. My father looked down his abnormally long nose at me, measuring me up to his unnaturally high standards. I did my best to reach them; I did my best to earn their praise. I was forever lonely.

My heart hurts now. I'm gone from them now, I can never go back. I tried so very hard to live up to what they wanted of me. I tried so hard to be what they wanted. I tuned out the voices of everyone else because they didn't matter; their opinions were unnecessary and unwanted. The only people whose voices I paid heed to were those of my parents.

Throughout my school life, I paid heed to them. I had no real "friends" to listen to. I mostly had enemies and to them I listened only long enough to throw them a good retort. In that world, the one place where my parents could only speak through letters, there was only one voice that haunted me. Her voice came only occasionally, quietly and firmly from her place in the bright sunlight. It pierced the dark shroud that I threw around my persona and broke my mask in two, if only for a moment.

She asked the same thing every time: When will you allow yourself to cry?

My heart hurts when I think about her words. It seems to stop if I allow myself to visualize her. When my parents were not there, when they spoke only through letters like half-forgotten voices, it was her voice that drew me in, that held me for only a moment before she too was gone like smoke in the wind. Yet she always returned, sometimes in a day sometimes in a week, yet always she returned for a moment to ask me that question. At those times, she was all I could see.

A little ship glitters silently in the distance, alone.

Swept away by a torrent of grief, it disappears under the waves of my heart.

Although I did not actively seek her out somehow I always managed to pass by her; it was not as though I did not who owned that voice. She never once acknowledged me, she never one said a word to me when I passed by her in silence. Yet I have no doubt that she knew I was there, watching her closely. I always wondered how she knew of the sadness that filled me, the loneliness that no one could cure.

It came to pass that I longed for her voice. I began to realize I walked the ways that she took, that I was hoping to brush her hand accidentally during class. Such feelings were new to me; I should never have allowed myself to long for anyone's touch, much less hers. Slowly, I started to subtlety ignore the things my parents said---wrote---and began to long to hear what she had to say.

Slowly, I noticed that my gaze shifted to her during class; my walk faltered ever so slightly when I passed her in the halls yet I continued to move on. Still I could not say I was in the light where she stood and yet I was not completely in the darkness anymore. I was lost in twilight, longing for her voice and scared of leaving behind the comforting darkness. Yet I moved forward because I could not go back; beyond the darkness, she was all I could see.

She became an obsession to me. When I was near her, I felt comforted. Once, she flashed the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen towards me. Small and simple to anyone else, but to me it was a treasure that never came a second time. The few times when we were on our own, in the library perhaps, she would wish me a good day without any hint of anger or resentment. Slowly, ever so slowly, I finally realized the reason for my obsession.

I was in love.

It was then that my mask was cleaved in two for good; I couldn't go back to being the same person I was now that I had come to that realization. My parents became displeased with my actions from that point on and I fell from grace. They weren't the only voices in my life now. Yet still, that one question she continually asked me remained in my head…

I knew there could be a future for us, where we could love each other but that could never be unless I answered her question. Until I allowed myself to open my eyes and cry I could never be with her in her light-filled world. Now, as the tears stream down my cheeks, I realize she taught me what sadness really was, not what I had thought it to be during my life. This moment will never come twice…

Her arms slide around me this time and new pour out of my silver eyes. My barriers had broken down completely. She whispered to me gently, she rubbed my back soothingly. Slowly, I begin to cease my tears and my shaking begins to slow. I look into her eyes now and I give her a watery smile.

"You are all I can see."