Our Beautiful Insanity

Chapter 23, Reality check

A/N: Sorry for any lame spelling mistakes. It is late and my eyes are not working. Also, Im Norwegian so English isnt mt first language. hehehehe. Hope you enjoy. Rememebr to check out my dramione insta Dramioneed. And peopel, Im trying to make the chapters longer, but Im just the kind of writer who writes small bits and then looses all inspiration hahah. 

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Draco's (POV)

Never had he ever been more confused about what reality was. Often, he thought and wished his own made up reality was the truth, and that this horrible world was nothing more than a bad dream. However, there was one thing real life had managed to give him, something not everybody gets to experience. Last night in the library he had most certainly experienced it. Every touch of her delicate skin on his and every brush he had felt against her lips was still lingering in his mind. He could remember it in detail.

How she had let him kiss her for hours without ever trying to stop him. How she had been whispering his name there in the dark. How her beautiful sweet and innocent voice was echoing inside his confused mind. Surely, she must have known what she had been doing to him. She had to have known that she had all the control in the world over him. Even if she had told him to kill a man, he would have. Not that she would ever do that.

Hermione Granger, you are going to be the death of me.

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He made his way to potions class. Walking along the familiar corridors of the school he knew so well, he felt like life was starting to make up to him for all the misery it had brought him before.

As he sat down on his usual place, he felt someone watching him. He looked up to see the weasel standing conversing with Hermione, while eyeing him intensely.

Wait, why is he talking to Hermione again?

He felt a familiar feeling of jealousy roar inside his chest. He knew she would go back to that git, or would she? No, she wouldn't. Hermione Granger was a girl who had too much respect for herself to ever go back together with an idiot like Ronald Weasley.

"Everyone, I'd like you to sit with your partners. Everyone has to present the potion they are going to be working on the next weeks." Snape rolled up his sleeves, waiting for everyone to find their seats.

He watched as Hermione walked over to him, looking down at the floor the whole time. She was obviously trying to avoid his gaze, but why? Was she embarrassed, or did she just regret the whole thing? If things were as they had been the last month Draco swore he would kill himself.

He tried several times to make eye contact with her, but she kept staring down at her parchment. At the end, he saw no other option then to just ask her.

"Hermione?" He whispered, but she didn't respond.

He knew he couldn't try to speak out louder because then Snape would want him to tell the whole class what they were talking about.

His only option was to use legilimency. He was actually quite good at it if he could say so himself.

Hermione, Hermione what's wrong?

He watched her look up in shock; she had not expected him to do that.

Nothing is wrong.

She looked at him for barley as second before turning her attention towards Harry, who was currently presenting him and Lavenders project.

I know that you are a very intelligent lady, Hermione. But that does not mean that I am a fool. Also, I happen to be an expert when it comes to you. Now tell be love, what's wrong? Is it last night, because you know I will never push into something you don't want to. I am perfectly fine with extreme snogging session; you don't have to do anything you are not ready for.

He watched her laugh quietly. How he loved to see her smile like that. It felt like all his own worries was replaced by her beautiful self.

That was a nice speech Draco, but no, I'm not worried about...that. I just, you know I, I just.

He watched her tense her shoulders.

You just what, Hermione? Tell me princess.

She looked at him with lost eyes.

Draco, you need to understand. I am still figuring things out. I am not sure if...well if...if.

He felt hid heart drop, and anger roamed his occupied mind.

You are not sure if you want to be with me, because you are way too nice to be with a death eater. I get it.

Hermione's (POV)

No Draco, please just let me think about it. I just need some time.

She reached over to grip his hand, but he loosened his hand from her grip as soon as their skin touched.

No need, Granger. There is nothing to think about.

She could latterly feel her heart break into a thousand pieces of cold ice, melting down to the floor.

No, Draco please.

He didn't answer. Surely, he had used occlumecy to close his mind from her.

There was no way she was letting him throw her off like that. Last night he told her he loved her, and she had told him she felt the same way. He couldn't just choose not to listen to her because he felt like it.

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Draco's (POV)

Only a few minutes ago he had been annoyingly happy. Now he was back to being a mad idiot. He regretted shutting her of deeply. He could understand that she needed time; it was only that she had been giving loads of time. It was like she was torturing him by saying she had needed to think. He needed her to be his now. Not tomorrow, or the day after or a year from now. He needed to be able to call her his, when though that was the kind of thing she really hated.

Hermione Granger wasn't going to let anyone own her ever. Still, when he had called her mine, she hadn't said anything on it. Actually, it had seemed as though she had enjoyed it quite a bit. He was about to leave the Slytherin commonroom and run to the library to look for her and apologise when an owl came flying in.

He recognised the black owl as his aunt Bellatrixes.

Draco.

Tonight is the night. Make us proud Draco.

Bella.

Tonight as in the night he was to kill professor Dumbledore. Shit, he needed to speak to Hermione right away. If the death eaters were coming inside the castle, she needed to be safe in her bed, away from the darkness.

He wasn't going to let his pure angel see all the darkness he had brought with him. No one was to destroy the innocence Hermione carried within her soul.

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He ran faster than he had ever before. Out of the commonroom and into the corridors, bumping into students he couldn't even recognise the faces of. His heart was beating so loud he couldn't even hear the other students yelling his name when he crashed into them.

Finally, he had reached the library. She was sitting there as she always was. Head stuck so far into the book, it looked like her mind was glued more to the parchment, then to he own brain itself.

"Hermione" H breathed out.

"Draco what's wrong" She hurried over to his side.

"Don't hate me Hermione. Because I love you, so don't hate me"

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