Story: Down

Summary: Songfic DHr One day, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy run into each other at Diagon Alley. Will they talk and stay or run away? ("He, in himself, was a stack of contradiction, calm and cooling features but a heart of flames and the tongue of the devil himself.") ("She wasn't one to be toyed with, calm and collective, but disoriented and full of rage when she argued.")

Authoressa: Thought of this at night. Hope you like it.

Notes: This is not a songfic to 'Down' by Blink 182. I was just listening to it while writing. It's a songfic to a song of mine.

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Alone in the house.

It's quiet and peacefully right.

It's not like I'm going anyway.

Not like I'm doing anything tonight.

It was like icy fire, hitting her with the sting of reality and the caress of the future, warm and embracing. Her thoughts, the subject, her thoughts were wild and uncontrollable, and sometimes she thought things she had never seen before in her life. That's exactly what she had thought upon crashing into Draco Malfoy while walking through Diagon Alley.

He had given her a deep look, his eyes burning mercury, but his skin white and cool. He, in himself, was a stack of contradiction, calm and cooling features but a heart of flames and the tongue of the devil himself. He was a devil. He was vile and rude, but simply irresistible in the same notion. And it came to her, since when did she have thoughts of Draco Malfoy in a fashion akin to the ones she was having now? Hermione was deeply confused.

Indeed, Draco Malfoy was a creature that would take a few millennia to grasp the feelings and actions of, you would be long dead before finding out the double meanings of the words that came out of the young boy's mouth, that and be amazed that someone could speak so well. He gave off the epitome of Malfoy, seeing that he was very aristocratic, and charming. He was a viper with words, lashing out at you and drawing you near in the very moment. She felt as if she was being tugged into a bottomless void of emotion and feeling, one that no one would ever be able to stand or to comprehend. being that it was someone like him she was talking about. Someone like him.

It's like fire outside.

Have you looked? Did you see?

It's raining ember out there.

It's just my obsession and me.

He couldn't take it. Every time he thought of school, his previous school in which most of his timely endeavors had occurred, he remembered her face on the day he had so pleasantly ran into her. Startling features, you wouldn't dare think that someone who kept herself so plain could look so...naturally beautiful, no, gorgeous. She wasn't too hard to figure out, good intentions sheltered with a bright smile and graceful words.

She wasn't one to be toyed with, calm and collective, but disoriented and full of rage when she argued. She kept her cool for a long time, he could notice, and often could only reflect on the angry side of her. She glared, boy would she glare, the deepest glare full of hatred and contempt that would rival a look that Harry would give to Voldemort himself.

Hermione Granger couldn't be that hard to figure out, you would think at first. A brilliant girl with normal looks and plenty of advice. But when you could get to know her, she was this beautiful creature, alike in brains with that of someone much older, plain looks that made her scorned upon because of her natural beauty. She didn't have to try to be beautiful, she already was. And she knew it. So did Draco.

The feel of your skin,

Makes me shiver with bliss-

In the rain, in the wind,

Why would I ever leave this?

They shared a look, one of surprise and of slight anger, upon being halted in the daily routines by colliding with each other. But, at the same time, they had no disagreement of the situation at hand, neither Draco or Hermione could possibly begin to object to the close feel of each other's skin as they backed away from each other. The crash had been head on, the smaller of them being Hermione, frazzled and thrown out of her normal mind for a while.

A mutual feeling of stationery placement was among them. They stood for quite a while, the blonde trying to understand that he had run into someone he had hated, but secretly felt for, and that they would just walk away from the pretentious, bubbling relationship between them, and he felt the chemistry. The brunette trying to find out how her enemy had changed so much, from the way he held himself, to the way he looked at her, the gaze lacking the normal contempt and loathing that was normally bursting from the optical seams in his eyes, she was basically trying to figure out what had happened to the Draco Malfoy she had loathed in school.

Touching and feeling,

Lost in the rain.

Watching and waiting,

It's all just in vain.

She finally looked up at him. He scowled, and she hoisted her bag higher on her shoulder, her hands shaking. She couldn't believe this, her nerves were being chopped from being around someone she loathed! She hated Draco Malfoy! At least, she thought she did.

Draco was angry. He had run into her and they stood there, the rush of feelings passing through him quickly, and all the girl could do was stare at him. He wanted her to do something. To give him a dirty look, to yell at him, to hug him, he didn't care. Anything but give him that stare, the stare of a lost girl, it manipulated him. It made him want to take her into his arms and reassure her, even though nothing was probably wrong with her.

It's not gonna last long,

My touch, my feel.

I'll walk away again.

But this time it's real.

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He stared back at her, a certain defiance in his eye. He wanted her to leave. He was haunting her, her face giving him that innocent, virgin stare would forever be scorched into his mind, her voice as well. Her voice practically dripped honey and his sparked the flames in hell. There was nothing he could possibly ever do to ease the utter rupture in his stomach, like the splitting of the Grand Canyon in his mind. He gave her another loathing look, to try and get her to understand what he was feeling.

She felt the emotions pouring out of his eyes, the contempt and hatred for her filtering through the cloudy grey of his spectacularly fascinating silvery-grey eyes. So clear like the space between the clouds and the sky, yet looking like the clouds before a storm as well. She knew he had always hated her, but she didn't know why. Right now, wasn't the same reason that he hated her. It was a totally different reason, but even if Hermione had known that, she wouldn't care. All that matter was that he hated her.

No more playing pretend,

It's done, good bye, good day.

It's the last tear I'm crying,

The last thing I will say.

That's all I do anyway.

Finally, he turned away, fed up with everything. His feelings for her dissipated, like the fog that had been around the Alley, and he began to walk away. It was a waste, she wouldn't ever want to hear him out. Sure, he could ask her, but it wouldn't be the same if she wanted to know than if she could tolerate hearing it.

"Wait, Malfoy?" She called out. Her voice was like poison. He totally intending from leaving her there, but he couldn't. His feet felt like cement and he cursed them for have the involuntary control of his body. His hopes were up. Maybe she would start conversation with each other. They could get to know each other, at least as much as friends.

"Nice running into you."

Hermione let herself down. She had been wanting to find him and talk to him about his coping of everything after school and that's all she could muster up? After all of the feelings she had been showing, that's all she could come up with? She was ashamed of it, she wanted to talk with him like a sick person wanting a doctor. He turned with a nod, and walked off. And Hermione knew she had let herself down.

It's not the same listening to you.

When you don't wanna hear it, you don't even care.

It's my final goodbye, so pay attention.

The flowers falling from my hair.

And now the world's not even there.

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