The grass was damp in the morning, dew dawned it as the sun fought to rise. The skies were cramped with fluffy white clouds. Hermoine smiled as she stared up at the sunrise, she felt a sense of relaxation and calmness override her previous feelings. Hermoine had tossed and turned during the night, something constantly on her mind. A feeling constantly overwhelming her.
She couldn't admit what she was truly thinking about to anyone, not even as herself. She knew the danger of this feeling, a danger she was permitted not to feel by association. She hated it. She hated the feeling of restriction placed upon her. She knew that the fight for the greater good was more important, she knew the world needed her more. As she looked up at the white clouds mixed with silver whisps she thought of someone. As she tried to avoid it, she looked down at the green grass and she saw the eyes she'd be trying to avoid. As she closed her eyes; she saw him once again.
She could not avoid him now, he had penetrated her organized mind and wedged himself between the thoughts of schoolwork and the darkness of the world. Hermoine knew she should've felt furious, she should've been a brooting and angry force. But she felt a tinge of comfort every time she saw him. It was like he was there, beside her, holding her hand and talking to her like he had never talked to anyone. He was there, letting her speak her true feelings and letting her reveal anything. He was not judging, he was not the cold-hearted boy she had come to know. He was the real him. And at that moment Hermoine felt a certain safety she hadn't in years.
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Malfoy's eyes shot open from his sleep. He sat up, wiping the sweat from his forehead. His sleep was restless, though he had never slept well, he certainly felt that this was no regular night. There was something different about it. He felt awake the whole night, but it wasn't his usual dream. It wasn't the dreams of a disturbed boy, it was a dream of an optimist. Of someone innocent, of someone pure. Confused. Draco looked around the room, it was barely morning, and everyone else around him was asleep. The sunlight poked through the windows at him, as he sat there, his mind still racing.
He stood up, grabbing some clothes, and heading to the washroom to shower and rinse away his thoughts of the night. He felt the hot water beat down on him, but it didn't wash anything away. He closed his eyes attempting to gain peace. Then he was outside, he was standing looking up at the sky. And then he was looking down at the ground. He didn't have any control, his eyes were moving themselves. He was holding something in his hand, but as he attempted to look down he couldn't. He felt himself talking and listening. He was worried and scared at this moment. He snapped his eyes back open, and he was still in the shower.
Malfoy rushed, turning off the shower immeadiately and getting dressed. He felt the crispness of the morning air hit his damp face fiercly. A little bit of cold would not stop him, he knew there was something more to this vision. The sky was the same cloudy one he saw, the grass was still as vibrant as ever. As he walked down the bumpy hill curiously, he stopped abruptly in his tracks.
There she was. Looking up at the same sky he had seen moments before. She stood completely poised, in such proper position that he had come to known. He felt his lips curve upwards as he continued to stare at her. He took a step forward, as she turned.
He saw the brown eyes that had clouded his dreams. He saw the girl he couldn't keep his mind clear of how many times he tried. As they stared at eachother, he saw the way she looked at him. It was like she felt nothing, completely nothing at all. His mind flashed back to the way she looked at Weasley. As if he was something, as if he was everything.
Draco's happy expression turned to anger as he stalked away back to the school. Trying to forget the girl, trying to forget anything he had ever felt. Emotions were pointless, nothing came of them.