Our Beautiful Insanity

Chapter 8; Better than you

(Hermione's POV)

He was staring at her. Draco had done that a lot recently, and she was quite enjoying it. She could feel his silver eyes looking at her neck from his seat in the back of the classroom.

What have you gotten yourself into, Mione? This is insane. Draco Freaking Malfoy. You need to forget it. He doesn't deserve you. You are better than this. On the other hand, am I? Am I really? He is so nice, and so tall, and handsome, and dark, and mysteries. Oh God noooooo.

Hermione made it her mission to get out of the classroom as fast as possible after class. She knew he would try to speak to her after the event last night. The whole opening up in the library. She just needed some time to think before she spoke to him.

............

As she was walking along the corridor, or running if you would, someone grabbed her by her arm and pushed her into the wall. A pair of harsh lips pushed themselves on hers, but she backed away immediately. "Let me go!" She looked up to see Ron standing there. His face red, matching his hair. He had kissed her, that ginger bitch.

She heard someone turn around; obviously, the person had seen the happening. She hoped it would be anyone other than him; than Draco. All to her disappointment, it was him. She could see his blond hair at the end of the corridor.

Oh No Please.

(Draco's POV)

She had been kissing him, the weaselbee. Draco could feel a pain inside his chest he had never experienced before. It was like someone had just got hit by a crucio, just even worse. His eyes were red with anger, or was it sadness? He was hopelessly trying to loosen his tie, he needed air. Air, he needed it right away.

He ran as fast as he could down to the great lake. Splashing water in his face, trying his best not to cry. He threw the book he was holding in his hand on the ground, in frustration.

Suddenly he heard someone. "Pride and Prejudice?" She asked, while her hand was lightly touching his shoulder. He reluctantly looked back her. "Yes" he said, but is came more out like a sob. She looked at him, feeling his pain. "Draco. I-" She started, but her own words was choking her. He didn't make it much easier by refusing to say a word. He also had changed his attention to the water.

"Are you angry with me?" She tried. Not sure what else to say.

Angry, yes. But not with you Mione, not ever.

"Of course not. Why should I." He was trying so intense not to cry, but it was almost impossible. "Draco. I know I don't need to tell you this, but I know you saw it. And I want you to know that I don't like him....You know...Ron...I tried to push him away."

What?

He turned his gaze towards her, and stared at her. Eyes red, forehead sweaty and tie loosened. "Hermione..." He said, while his hand was carefully placed on her jaw and taking a piece of hair, and pushing it behind her ear. "Yes." Her shivering was so loud he could almost hear it. "I..I..." He stopped himself, and instead brushed his lips gently on hers. He could feel her hot breath, and her shivers. Glad to know he wasn't the only one who was nervous. He opened his silver eyes, and looked at her while her eyelids slowly opened.

Does your eyes always shine like that? Or is just me.

The Slytherin prince became quite terrified, because she didn't say a thing. Not a word. He backed away a few centimetres leaving a good space between them. They were in silence for a moment before he spoke. "Sorry. I shouldn't have." He said while running away from her, leaving Hermione Granger standing alone, by the great lake.