H U E S
2: yellow
FAITHLESS
et quand le jour arrive
la tourner el ciel
et la tourner la mer
et la mer eh ven embrasse moi
et la deneh ve moi logis
a rien pa peut arrete moi
nin, la mer
[Italics] dream indication
It was cold and dark and she felt so lost. The moonlight from the small window snuck in and kissed her trembling form, revealing the torn uniform and the blood caked from her wound in her side. She had long given up hope that this was a terrible, terrible dream.
"Loving him will kill you, foolish little girl. Will you even risk your sanity?"
She said nothing, ignoring the quiet jeer laced in her captor's voice.
"He will never come," the laughing whisper teased in a phantom caress.
She looked up, her empty eyes glittering in the dark. "So just kill me then."
Hermione flew up with a startled gasp, her blankets falling around her. Her heart was pounding and she struggled to breathe, her hand clutching her blouse. A sob tore through her throat.
"Shhh… Breathe Hermione… Come on, just breathe."
She was pulled into a warm embrace, a wave of comfort settling upon her shoulders easing her struggle. Harry…
"That's it, love," came a soothing murmur.
"Harry?" She mumbled, still in her nightmare-induced trance.
"Yeah," he responded. "You're having nightmares again?"
"I'm fine," she replied automatically, in defense. She pushed away from him, moving off her bed. She couldn't tell him. What would he say if he really knew? She watched as his eyes narrowed and his gaze darkened.
"You're not fine," he spoke, grabbing her wrist. "You weren't at the Quidditch match like you said you were going to be."
Hermione whirled around, still filled with tension from her nightmare. "And what's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," Harry snapped, frustration laced in his voice. "It means that you were supposed to be at the damn match. Bloody hell, what's with the attitude?"
"Oh, so I have to be like Cho, Susan, and Ginny," she sneered. "Perfect girlfriends who doted on your every need and request! You know that I'm not that kind of girl."
"No, I don't know what kind of girl you are. I don't think I even knew you to begin with. At least, I knew Ginny, Susan, and Cho."
Hermione swallowed, his words piercing through her carefully constructed walls. "So we're back to this again," she murmured quietly. "Maybe I'm not the girl for you then."
She grabbed her sweatshirt from under Crookshanks and hurried out of her room, leaving a startled Harry Potter behind.
**
"I feel like such an ass," Harry muttered as he and Ron made their way out of the Great Hall.
Ron smacked him on the shoulder.
"That's the smartest thing you've said today, mate," Ron replied with a lop-sided grin. "Minnie's probably going through it as well, you know…"
"She'll kill you if she knew you were calling her Minnie again," Neville Longbottom interrupted, a smiling Ginny and a smirking Draco Malfoy at his side.
"I'll kick your ass, Neville," Ron replied.
"And I'll pay several galleons to see that, Weasley," Draco added.
"Sod off," Ron responded.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Not if she kicks yours first, Ron. All right, Harry?"
He shrugged. "I guess."
Ginny's eyes widened in concern. "Aww, you and Hermione had your first fight. Don't worry, she'll get over it-"
"With a couple of good snogs," Draco supplied.
"Idiot," Ginny said, smacking him upside the head. She turned back to Harry. "What happened?"
"She wasn't at the match," she began. "And I went to our quarters and found her sleeping."
"What kind of girlfriend is she?"
Ginny shot Draco a look and murmured, "And you became angry."
He nodded. "I was frustrated from almost losing to ferret face and his merry band of idiots."
"Hey!"
Ron laughed and Neville chuckled.
"Watch it," Ginny snapped. "Ferret face is my boyfriend."
Harry shrugged carelessly and continued. "She was having a nightmare, Gin. I've never seen her like this. She was vulnerable and upset and I was scared… And, well, I'm never in control of my emotions."
"Harry…"
"She's being selfish and stupid. She should tell me these things. I want to he-"
"Stop it."
Ginny gasped and Neville stumbled forward. Ron's jaw dropped and Hannah's eyes closed as if she were waiting for a volcanic explosion. Even Malfoy had gone white. He, on the other hand, he had forgotten how to breathe. And the bloody room wouldn't stop spinning.
Hermione was angry.
Angry.
She was angry at him.
He looked up slowly, intending on apologizing for being an idiot and saying things that he really hadn't meant. But
with the chilling intensity of her eyes, his lips could not form any words.
"Hermione," Ron tried in an honest attempt to calm the situation.
But she shook her head. "I'm done. I wash my hands clean of this."
It was then he realized that there were tears in her eyes. She licked her lips and a trembling sigh escaped. She was shutting him out and that was something he couldn't bear to let happen. HE couldn't even form words to say anything, just a hollow sound at the back of his throat.
He stepped forward, intending on forming contact but she stepped back next to Hannah.
"You can't mean that," he whispered hoarsely. "Hermione…"
She said nothing, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. The emotions in her eyes were endless, amber pools he would willingly drown himself in.
He tried again. "I didn't mean it."
She shook her head. "It's over and I'm done."
And he was lost.
**
Author's Note
For Pen, whose "Rectify the situation immediately. I will not have their relationship in shambles!" made me laugh. What kind of sadistic authoress would I be if I did that?
Thanks guys for review and keep it up! My ego needs to be fed.