Silver Eyes (Dramione)

Chapter Seven

Hi guys how are you? I know it's been two months since I last updated. Reason being being, a few months ago I had a cornea transplant. It hurt like CRAZY and at the moment my eye sight is still quite bad and the eye is a bit uncomfortable. When they uncovered the eye for the first time I wasn't allowed to look at it, because, the eye was bloodshot red and horror movie like. When finally saw it it freaked the hell out of me. It scared my little cousins too!

Anyways tell me how you've been? Have I missed any good stories on here? Any new punished books? I know that Chasing Red is published (I think) I'm listening to audiobooks now seeing as I can see the wattpad books Wattpad do you think you guys could make this easier so could still read or listen to others books on here?
So I've been listening LOADS!
Okay so that's me done except on the 11th of October I turned 16!

On with chapter 7?
okay!
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"Hermione. Let me walk you back! C'mon it will be fun." Ron Weasley was leaning on Hermione in the corner of the Gryffindor common room. Her shoulder hurt from his constant weight.
"Ron I don't think you should be walking anywhere." Hermione said removing his arm and lightly pushing him into an armchair. The party had been going on for more than a few hours. It had gotten to the stage where the music was dying down and people were pairing off upstairs, or going to bed alone.
"You shouldn't walk alone at night! It's dangerous."
"It's also against school rules to walk anywhere at night. I'm pretty sure I'd go undetected if you weren't loudly trailing behind me."
"C'mon Mione. Muffliato!" He said, waving his wand stupidly and ineffectively.
Hermione, wanted badly to go home after the exhausting week, so she reluctantly agreed he could walk her back so that she could finally leave.
She grabbed his hand, and pulled him through the thinning crowed to where Ginny and Harry were talking in a corner.
"Hey guys, Ron is walking me back to my dorm. I'm getting tired."
They looked up, both trying to suppress grins.
"He's walking you. You sure it won't be the other way around Mione?" Ginny said, the right side of her mouth curving upward.
"Hey Ginverva! I'm a man! It's my job to make sure the beautiful women of Gryffindor get home safely!"
Harry laughed at this chivalrous statement, and Hermione even grinned a bit.
"Okay Ron. Go ahead and do your manly duty." He said as Ron smiled in triumph and grabbed Hermione's arm, pulling her toward the portrait hole. Hermione had enough of an ear shot left to hear Harry say, "Good luck Hermione."
She sighed in defeat as she was pulled out into the quiet corridor.
"Excellent! This will be real fun!" Ron said still grasping her arm, his voice echoed loudly.
"Ron you need to be quiet! And let go you're hurting me."
"Oh! Sorry. Gosh what a fun party, what a fun place. Hogwarts is fantastic!"
They began the climb up the first set of moving staircases.
"Yeah it was a blast." Hermione said, eager to get into bed with some more comfortable clothing on.
"Hermione you look really great tonight. Like wow. You're so pretty. So sparkly!"
She did not want the conversation to go this way. Then again, maybe a happy drunk Ron might take the news that she wanted to be 'just friends' better than a normally sulky Ron.
"Thanks Ron. I've always valued your opinion as a friend." She said as they reached the top of the last staircase and started down the corridor to her portrait.
"A friend! Oh and what friends we are Mione! You know everyone says we'd be great together. We should give it a go. See how things play out. I'd really love it if you were my girl Hermione."
They had finally reached the building point of the conversation, and coincidentally the entrance to her portrait.
"Oh. Um look Ron, I love being your friend. But you know things haven't been that great for me recently with my...my parents and all. I don't know if I can handle anything like that right now."
"Oh yeah, yeah I get that. But seriously Hermione. What do you think of me?" Ron leaned over her as he had in the common room, pushing his weight on her body. It was uncomfortable, annoying, and far from romantic.
"No, Ron." She said more firmly. "Really I just want to be friends. Please don't take that the wrong way."
"Why not? What's wrong with me Hermione? You dated Krum! Do I need to be famous or something? I don't get it!" He was raising his voice now and Hermione was slowly retreating towards the portrait hole wanting to get away.
"Ron please be quiet, you'll wake Filtch. I can't get in trouble as Head Girl."
"PSH! Head Girl. School and books are so boring. That's all you care about. C'mon Hermione I'd show you a fun time. Go with me? We could try it out right now. In your room, we could just test it out and see how it goes."
The portrait swung open behind her at that very moment and a cold voice emerged from the shadows.
"I'm pretty sure she said 'no' Weasley. I think you better be leaving."
"Fuck OFF Malfoy! This is between me and Hermione, okay? She was about to say yes before you came out here and ruined it."
"Ron. No I wasn't. I told you, I just want to be friends." Hermione said quietly. She was relieved that Malfoy had shown up, but also scared of what he might do. Her eyes refused to leave Ron. She was becoming increasingly afraid of his behavior.
"Get out of my area of residence blood traitor, before I make you." Draco said darkly.
Hermione turned to look at him. He was staring intently at Ron, who seemed to realize in his drunken stupor that he could not defend himself, and that he might have gone too far.
"Yeah. Yeah fine. Hermione...I'm sorry...fire whiskey you know? Thanks for letting me walk you back. Don't touch her Malfoy." He warned, as he turned back and walked down the corridor.
Hermione watched him go in shock. She had never seen Ron act that way in her entire life. It scared her, but she was glad that conversation was over, and she hoped he'd remember it in the morning.
She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. A strong hand lightly touched her back and guided her inside. Malfoy was helping her into the common room. She hadn't realized she was shaking until she was moving along. He guided her to the fireplace, sat her on the couch, and lit the fire magically with one wave of his wand.
"Who knew Weasley was a drinker eh?" He said casually as he leaned against the stone of the fireplace.
"He isn't. I mean I've never seen him like that." She said, feeling uncomfortable at discussing Ron's behavior with Malfoy.
"He didn't display very good actions." He said conversationally.
Hermione suddenly remembered who she was talking to. She ripped her eyes away from the fire to glare at him.
"Yeah and hitting a woman is so much better." She said defiantly. Hermione wasn't sure how he'd react if she brought up the incident. Maybe in the back of her mind she expected him to shrug it off as if it was nothing, as if he did that sort of thing all the time.
She didn't expect this. He slowly brought his hands up to his face, and slid down the stone wall, bringing his knees up to himself.
"Fuck." He said finally. Hermione thought he might have been crying, but he wasn't. He seemed to just be taking in her words.
She looked down at her own hands, not knowing this was just he had done after she had left their common room earlier that night. Her palms were covered in glitter from the party. She pushed her hair out of her face and more glitter fell onto her silver dress. The fire made it look as if she was shimmering everywhere. She admired the way it made it look like her dress was moving.
"What are you doing?" Draco said finally looking up from his hands, which were now running through his shaggy blonde hair.
"Admiring the simple things." She sighed and leaned back into the couch. She hadn't sat in it before and was pleased it was so comfortable. "Malfoy, what are we doing?"
"I don't know. I don't know what to do."
"You hit me."
"I know."
"That's it then? No remorse. I'm here now. My wand isn't in my hand. Just do it. Make me forget. Maybe it's easier this way."
"I'm scared." He whispered, a miserable pleading look on his face.
She hadn't expected that. Hermione had dealt with an evil Malfoy since she was eleven, not a scared Malfoy. She wasn't sure where this was all coming from.
"About?"
"I don't know what's going on with me. Granger, look. I don't hit people. I mean first of all I'm a wizard and hitting is such a...a muggle thing to do...and second I would never ever hit a woman."
"Except you did."
"Yes. It was like something just...came over me."
He sighed and pushed himself back up, moving over to sit by her on the couch. Hermione noticed his wand was not in his hands. This was the most bizarre night of her life. Maybeshe was drunk. Maybe Ron was the sober one and the small amount of alcohol she had consumed was driving her completely mental. If he had his wand on him she would have bolted, but as it happened she was armed and he wasn't. For some reason she couldn't explain she wanted to hear him out on this one.
He reached his hand over to her cheek, and she flinched at his touch.
"I can't believe I did that."
"Oh no! Is it showing again?"
"Yeah, don't worry. Weasel was too wasted to notice."
"Oh, good." She said quietly.
She reached her own hand up and grabbed his, putting it back down on his lap. She wasn't sure what was going on with him, but she was afraid and calm at the same time. This was the person who saved her and the person who hit her all wrapped up into one messy complicated man. They were both so grown up from their first year. Draco had shot up to just over six feet tall. He was no longer the small boy he had been. His hair was no longer gelled back but fell messily over his face. Hermione admired his appearance.
"You know my eyes are actually grey, not silver." He said, finally looking up at her.
"I thought so. I don't ever remember them shining like they are now."
"Yeah, most of the time they're grey. I've got some Veela blood in me on my mother's side. Sometimes Veela eyes change shades during intense moments of emotion. So that's probably what you've been seeing."
"They're silver now." Hermione pointed out.
"Yeah well, I'm in the middle of deciding if I'm going to have to wipe your memory or threaten you somehow to keep our secret."
Hermione gulped. This was the dangerous Malfoy she knew. She cursed herself for being so complacent. What was she doing? She made to reach for her wand, but Malfoy's hand grabbed her wrist and held it still.
"Please don't make me run after you. I don't want to be that person, but I can be and I will be if you try."
Hermione nodded, she was shaking again. She thought for once that she herself looked beautiful. She remembered catching her reflection that night in the mirror in the common room. Her silver dress fit in all the right places and complimented all her best assets. Her hair wasn't abnormally large as usual, and she was covered in glitter. It made her shine. That one look at herself made her forget how miserable she was, because the girl in the mirror looked so happy and beautiful. Not a care in the world. As if the girl in the mirror's parents never died. And the guy who saved her that night, saved her entire family, and they ended up really knowing each other because of it.
Hermione let a few tears fall down her face, she was going to lose one of the only happy memories she had of herself since her parents died. And even though she knew Draco Malfoy was her 'savior', she still didn't want to lose that knowledge. Even though he was evil and malicious, he still saved her, and now she'd never know why. She figured it wouldn't hurt to ask one last time.
"If you're going to do this, just answer me one thing. I mean I'll forget it anyway, but still."
He nodded; his wand was pulled from a cushion in the couch and was now in his hand.
"Why did you save me?"
He sighed, pushing his fingers into the bridge of his nose as if trying to relieve pressure there.
His silver eyes looked up at her tear filled ones.
"I'll make you a deal."
Hermione could only nod.
"I won't erase your memory." Hermione looked up at this, her face unbelieving. "But there are a few conditions."
Hermione wiped the tears and glitter off her face.
"What are they?"
"You can't ask me that question. You can't ask me ever why I saved you."
"But-"
"-and you can't tell anyone I saved you. You've already got me in enough trouble with your 'silver eyed savior' bit you put in the prophet."
"To be fair I didn't come up with that nick name, it was the paper."
He ignored her statement.
"Look, I am sorry I hit you. I just...lately, I get in these moods. Like something is controlling me almost. I get so angry, and everything feels so useless and hopeless. I don't know where it's coming from."
Hermione didn't know what to say at this confession. It was too weird and personal coming from Malfoy.
"Are you going to try to kill me again?" She asked. Finally, the question that had been on her mind the past week poured out of her.
"After I went through all the trouble to save you in the first place? I haven't been trying to kill you at all Granger, don't be so self centered. I just needed you to forget that little bit of information otherwise...someone...was going to kill me."
"Him." She said. It was a statement he didn't need to confirm. It was only painfully obvious now that only a few people had silver eyes and would have been in close proximity to her house that fateful night. In searching for him, she really had almost sentenced him to death at the hand of Voldemort.
"I might kill you eventually though." He said seriously.
"And I might kill you."
They were on the unspeakable subject now. The inevitable war that was coming. Her fighting on the side of the light, and him fighting blindingly in the dark. At least she had something worth fighting for in her mind. She wondered what Malfoy was fighting for.
Silence followed their statements and the fire turned into embers as they both sat on opposite ends of the couch.
"I promise I won't tell anyone you saved me. I'll make sure The Order drops the task of finding out who you are. And even though it might kill me in and of itself, I promise I won't ask you again why you saved me."
He only nodded. Draco cleared his throat and stood up walking toward his own portrait door. He whispered a password Hermione couldn't hear. The fire crackled in the silence. She thought he had gone inside his room by now, but his voice drifted over to her.
"You look really good tonight, Granger. Silver and glitter suit you."
And then she finally heard the click of his door shut tight.