Silver Eyes (Dramione)

Chapter Six

It's nearly 3 AM where im at and I can't sleep, it's not fair! First I was chatting with someone on insta  who happened to be a user on here. I thought whilst talking/messaging I was getting sleepy so I said to here
"Can we tomorrow night or something? "
And she was like,
"Uh yeah sure" I was like
"Good night."
So I came outta instagram and shut my phone and put in charge. Got ready for the night. Basically I actually got into bed and after 20 minutes of closing my eyes and trying to sleep I'm like an owl!
WIDE AWAKE!
So here I am reading and I decide to update again
Tah-Dah!
Enjoy

"Hermione!" A voice called her name from somewhere in the room. Hands were placed on her bare shoulders, shaking her slightly.
Hermione felt like a bowling ball had landed on her head. Her limbs were stiff and placed awkwardly, and she was unsure of where she was or how long she'd been there. Her eyes were closed, but there were voices nearby.
"She must be way tired, or really, really sick still." Hermione recognized the voice of Ron Weasley through the fog in her brain.
"She was sick enough to miss class, but probably not sick enough to fall asleep like this or to not wake up when we call her name." Harry answered in a worried voice.
He sounded so worried, and if Hermione could get her brain to access commands to her limbs she would have reassured him. She felt paralyzed, wondering where she was. She could feel her white tanked nightgown on her still, the silk felt cool against her skin. She suddenly felt self conscious that Harry and Ron were there talking about her while she was in the shorts and tank top she normally slept in.
"Good thing Malfoy was here and let us in eh? That wanker." She could hear a scowl in Ron's voice.
At Malfoy's name, Hermione stirred slightly and opened her eyes. She was lying on the floor, slumped against the glass by the large bay window. The cool air from the glass radiated onto her and she shivered. Her wand lay near her right hand and her legs were in an awkwardly posed position, one beneath her, one curved outward.
"Hermione! You're awake. Why were you on the floor?" Ron asked quickly, moving to her side. "You okay? We just got here, wanted to see if you wanted to go down to lunch with us since you weren't at breakfast."
"Malfoy let us in since we didn't know the password." Harry said meaningfully. He obviously hadn't wanted Hermione to tell Ron he knew the password, the likely situation being that Ron would be mad Harry had not invited him to go to visit her the other day.
Memories came flooding back at the mention of Malfoy. Hermione saw the bed sheets ruffled, half of them falling off the floor from where he threw her down on the bed. She remembered casting a shield charm on herself and raising her wand towards Malfoy after he had hit her. Those eyes...they were the exact same ones she had stared into earlier in the summer. Hermione felt dizzy again at this realization but pushed the entire matter to the back of her mind. Right now she needed to convince her friends she was okay.
But all she could think to say was, "Harry. Ron. You're in my room."
Ron grabbed her arm softly and helped her to a standing position.
"And you fell asleep on the floor." Harry said. His arms were crossed as if knowing Hermione was hiding something from him.
"Oh, yes. I-I had a fever last night. I just sat on the floor by the window and tired to cool down a bit. It must have helped because apparently I fell asleep." She tried to smile. Ron looked convinced as always, Harry was still a bit skeptical.
"Why didn't you just cast a cooling charm?" He asked.
"I guess I didn't think of that, I was a little confused. Wasn't thinking straight, I guess the fever was pretty bad."
Ron helped Hermione over to her bed and she sat with her back against the headboard.
"Malfoy wasn't at breakfast either." Harry said finally.
Hermione nearly fell back over at the mention of Malfoy's name spoken so bluntly.
"And what exactly are you implying by that Harry?" She gave him her best Hermione glare.
He looked a bit ashamed, his feet shuffling but his eyes never leaving her face.
"Nothing, I just was making an observation."
"Lay off mate, can't you see she's not well?" Ron said.
Hermione felt appreciative. She knew Ron was just trying to win her affections and if he really paid attention, as she was afraid Harry had, he would have noticed the finch Hermione made on her face when Malfoy's name was mentioned.
"Yeah, yeah you're right. Sorry Mione. Just a bit worried, with you being in close proximity to a death eater and all."
"It's fine Harry, really." She said wanting to change the subject quickly. Luckily Ron did all the work for her.
"Hey, listen, so we got a tip!" Ron said excitedly, sitting down on the opposite side of her bed.
"What kind of tip?" She asked curiously, picking up her wand and casting muffliato at all three of her doors.
"Lupin sent me a letter today," Harry started. "I told him about Hufflepuff's cup, you know the one that we think is a horcrux? I told him we were interested in finding the cup, but not that it was a horcrux. Well, Lupin said that while he was spying underground with the werewolves he heard a young cub say that Fenrir Greyback was upset about some cup. Lupin knew we were interested in something like that so he questioned further. Apparently Voldemort needed a cup hidden for safety; it was really valuable or something, so he called his crew together and asked if anyone could hide it. Well Greyback offered, thinking he could finally get in on the really good side of Voldemort if he kept this cup safe. But Voldemort thought it would be better hidden in a safer environment. So he gave it to one of his death eaters to keep safe!" Harry said enthusiastically.
"Harry this is amazing news! So one of the death eaters has the horcrux! I bet it's a death eater with a high security vault in Gringotts! It has to be, or someone with a really well hidden house." Hermione said deep in thought.
"But there's more. Apparently Fenrir was so mad he came back to camp and started fighting with anyone in his way. The cub who told Lupin all of this was injured really badly. The cub said Fenrir was raging about Lucius Malfoy. It seems that Voldemort decided to give the cup to Malfoy because that's the name he was screaming in rage as he was ripping into the poor cubs flesh."
"My God Harry. You think that Lucius is keeping the cup at his manor?"
"He must be. I can't think of any other place he'd keep it, or any other death eater with a manor like his. You might have a point about it being in his Gringotts vault but Lucius is still wanted, even if Voldemort is coming into more and more power. I doubt that it's safe enough yet for Lucius to just walk into Gringotts to put something in his vault. It's still too dangerous. But, he might choose to do this once Voldemort secures the ministry, but Lupin thinks Voldemort is still a few months away from being able to accomplish that. The Order has been good about keeping him away from the Ministry, but they can't hold out forever."
"So we need to come up with a plan...sooner rather than later." Ron said.
"Yeah, I guess we do. But I need some breakfast first...or lunch...or just some food..." Hermione said her stomach growling. She also privately thought that she'd like Ron and Harry to leave her alone with her thoughts for a bit, as she had not yet reflected on the events of last night.
"Alright, well why don't we come back in a half hour with food. Give you time to get dressed and then we can talk in private. Your room is probably the best place for that."
Hermione agreed and the boys left her room, heading down to the kitchens. She magically locked her door once more not trusting the password, as well as the one leading to Malfoy's bedroom which connected to the bathroom they shared and the balcony door.
Hermione began to undress and she walked into the bathroom. She pulled her hair back to brush her teeth but let it fall back down suddenly at seeing the mark on her face. A palm sized bruise was beginning to form on her right cheek. Her hair had apparently been hiding most of it from Harry and Ron which she was thankful for. She couldn't believe that Malfoy had hit her hard enough to leave this large of a mark. She was shocked and scared at the same time. Hermione quickly put a temporary concealment charm on the mark.
She made her shower quick, afraid that Malfoy would find a way in at some moment, and as she dressed in jeans and a simple white shirt she reflected on what had happened last night.
Malfoy saved her life. He also hit her across the face. He looked shocked, almost remorseful. Or at least she remembered his hand shaking and him staring at it as if it did not belong to him. If her memory served her right, just before she lost consciousness she met her eyes with his and he had said, 'what did I just do?' Even if her nice side wanted to pretend that Malfoy hadn't meant to hit her, it didn't change the fact that he had, and that he also tried to curse her twice, stole her wand once, and broke into her room.
No, even if he had saved her life once, he was clearly regretting it. And just because he had saved it once, didn't mean she was going to be saved by him again, especially when he was the one attacking her.
Hermione pondered that he hadn't wanted to kill her. If he had, he would have done it by now. He seemed to just want her to forget that he was her silver eyed savior. He clearly came to her house with the death eaters...he must have seen her asleep in the backyard and had a change of heart at the last minute. Not really caring about her as a person, but certainly not wanting to see someone he knew die if he could help it. But that was incredulous; Draco Malfoy was a death eater. A cold hearted murdering death eater. So then why did he even bother save her?
It made sense that he didn't want her to remember. His eye definitely had never been silver in the past. This was a new development too. It would probably not look good for him if she went to The Order and spread the word that Draco Malfoy, a death eater, saved her life. That word would certainly get passed around Voldemort and that would be the end of Malfoy. No, he was saving himself by erasing her memory. If she couldn't remember he saved her, then he would be in the all clear.
But it still didn't answer the question of why he had bothered to save her in the first place.
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Hermione rubbed her eyes wearily. It had been a few hours since Ron and Harry had left her in the library. They had met her back in her room with some food for lunch and discussed a plan to sneak out of Hogwarts on Halloween to explore Lucius Malfoy's manor. The entire school would be at the Halloween ball McGonagall had set up as a distraction from the war that had kicked into full force over the summer. It would be a perfect time to slip out unnoticed. Hermione's job until then was to find out anything about the manor or Lucius Malfoy from the person in Hogwarts that might know him best: his son.
Hermione was completely turned off by this mission, but not wanting to raise suspicions about her sudden and complete lack of courage when it came to Draco Malfoy, she accepted. They figured living in close quarters with him she would be able to find out the most. After they ate, the boys escorted her down to the library where she had spent the last four hours by herself doing research on ancient wizarding manors from a book she had found on Wizard architecture. She was hoping to find some trend on how they were built and maybe some clue as to the best place one would hide valuables.
She looked at a clock on the wall and seeing as it was nearly ten at night on Saturday, she didn't want to seem like a complete nerd by spending the entire night in the library. The Gryffindor's were throwing a small back to school party in the common room anyway, so she decided to go change into something more party worthy before she stopped by.
"Marblemento." Hermione spoke to the main portrait and it opened for her.
The common room was empty, and she was thankful. She stole away into her room and found a cute fun silver party dress to wear. It reached mid thigh and came up as a low riding tank on her shoulders. A gold sequence of beads was around the neckline. It was fun, but not Parvarti and Lavander fun who were both bound to be wearing something showing far more skin than Hermione would ever dare. She pulled her hair half up half down and it fell on her shoulders in careless curls. An hour later, and without looking in the mirror, Hermione made her descent into the common room.
"Granger." Draco Malfoy's voice came to her ears just before she reached the door. She debated bolting out at that moment, but remembered her mission. Still, she couldn't hide the dread she felt and her face seemed to sting at the memory of the night before.
She turned slowly, grabbing her wand out of the dress pocket but not pointing it at him directly. He was sitting on the main couch, a book in hand. The fire was roaring and a cup with fine jewels on it was sitting on the table with some sort of hot liquid in it. I bet his plates and cutlery have damn diamonds on it too, she thought bitterly. His blonde hair was tousled and in a state of array. There were purple spots under his eyes indicated a large lack of sleep. He was wearing dark jeans and a navy blue shirt. Hermione could help but look straight at his eyes the moment she turned, just to check she hadn't dreamed it. They were the same ones. Shining a bright silver at her. Draco Malfoy had really saved her life.
He wasn't saying anything, they just continued to stare at each other. Draco seemed to be taking in her appearance, but his face was unreadable.
"If you're going out, you might want to replace your concealment charm." He said finally.
Hermione's hand instantly shot up to her right cheek. The charm must have worn off while she was in the library. Her face seemed to sting more at his words as if the wound was fresh. Hermione shook herself out of her trance.
"Anything else?" She asked coldly.
"Yeah, nice dress." He smirked.
"It matches your eyes." She answered, throwing open the door and slamming the portrait shut.
Draco Malfoy's smirk vanished the second she disappeared. He hadn't moved, but his eyes traveled down to his hands and he stayed there staring at them until the fire died out.
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