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Lost in the Music	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hermione couldn’t believe she had slept so long, her eyes had felt so heavy when she returned from the meeting and then practice.

She’d only intended to sleep for an hour at most.

She was having the most wonderful dream about Ron, and how he was cupping her face with his big hands as he spoke those three little words to her.

Her heart skipped a beat at the thought that the man she had so many feelings for, could possibly feel the same way.

Glancing at the clock again, Hermione soon forgot about the dream as she ran out of the head dorms to head the great hall to face her friends, she had let them down, and broken her promise to them. They’d hate her for sure.

Reaching the doors to the great hall, Hermione summoned her Gryffindor courage, to face her friends; they’d know she wasn’t there for them.

Opening the grand large doors she walked towards the Gryffindor table, her eyes diverted to the floor, not wanting to meet anyone’s eye before she had chance to explain.

Hermione reached her seat next to Ginny and opposite Harry; it was only when she sat down that she dared to raise her eye level.

The situation Hermione witnessed brought too many emotions to the surface. The most predominant being hurt, as if her heart had been ripped from her chest.

Before her very eyes she saw Ron, the man she was hopelessly in love with, locked lips with another girl.

It wasn’t just any other girl; it was Lavender Brown.

Hermione felt sick, Lavender of all the girls Ron could have, he chose her! She wanted to run back to her room and sob her hurt away.

Fighting back the tears that burned in her eyes, she tried to act normal; as if it didn’t bother her, and not give away that her heart was breaking.

“Hey, Mione” Ginny said.

“Hey, Gin” she managed to get out.

“Mione, Are you okay? You seem a little… Oh” Ginny stopped talking mid-sentence having followed Hermione’s eye line.

Lavender was now sat on Ron’s knee her hands combing through his fine red hair, his head was lost in the blonde girl’s neck.

Hermione had completely lost her appetite, if anything she felt physically ill.

Hermione was logical enough to know that Ron didn’t actually know how she felt about him, not for fault of trying to tell him. But she still hurt more than words could describe.

“I’m so sorry, Mione” Ginny whispered in her ear, she’d taken hold of her friends hand after seeing her reaction and obvious distress to her brother and the bimbo. It all made sense to Ginny now, it was a shame Ron didn’t know, she would have loved for Hermione to be her proper sister.

“You deserve someone so much better than my idiot of a brother” she told her. Hermione was physically fighting back the tears, but was failing, as they cascaded down her smooth pink cheeks.

Harry was sat watching his best friend fall apart in the arms of his girlfriend, he hated to see her upset. He knew it was only a matter of time before it happened, Ron just wasn’t the one for Hermione, he knew who was but he refused to indulge her in his epiphany now.

Instead he just comforted her.

“Hermione” Harry spoke gently. Hermione sniffled at hearing her name and looked up to meet the emerald green eyes that belonged to her best friend.

“I know it hurts, but it will get better. I’m sorry you had to find out like this. You’ll find your Mr Right soon enough but it’s not him.” Harry gave a sad smile.

Hermione nodded as she brushed away the tears, she’d given up eating; with no appetite and the sight in front of her, she most certainly did not want to remain in the great hall.

Excusing herself from the table, she left the hall and began to walk. She didn’t know where she was going but she just had to get away, to escape.

Thinking back to earlier in the day, Hermione let out a bitter laugh. She’d been given inspiration to write her new song in the cruellest of ways.

Heartache.

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A set of warm brown eyes watched as the Head Girl practically ran out of the hall, as if she were on fire.

Blaise frowned.

He looked at the table were Hermione had been sat and caught the last glimpse of Ron and Lavender’s public display.

He felt bad for Hermione, she didn’t deserve to find out like that at all, Blaise knew she loved the Weasley boy, he didn’t understand why, but he knew she did.

Blaise felt the familiar sense of apprehension, hope and despair as it coursed through his veins.

Hermione was smart, beautiful, funny, logical and passionate. This he knew from watching her.

Weasley was average intelligence, maybe less. Hot headed and, abrupt. Hermione needed something more than the red headed boy could give her.

He’d always thought himself as someone worthy of Hermione; they had things in common and liked the same things.

Blaise had always admired her passion, her bravery and most of all the fact that she didn’t care what anyone else thought about her.

He smiled half-heartedly.

Blaise had realised in 4^th year that he was in love with the brightest witch of his age. Blaise found this ironic as she was clueless to his existence, and therefore his love for her.

It had taken Blaise a while to accept to himself, that the love of his life only had eyes for the man who had now broken her fragile, innocent heart.

Even now, Blaise still wasn’t sure if he would get the girl.

Looking at his best friend on his left, he knew that he had too seen the upset girl leave.

He felt a pang of jealousy, as he met Draco’s eyes, Blaise could see Draco’s aura in his peripheral vision, and it instantly reminded him of Hermione’s.

Few knew about his ‘gift’, and that was how he wanted to keep it.

It was because of his gift that Blaise knew that he and Hermione could have a future together. Curious as to why her aura was the same colour as his, he’d researched. Something he knew Hermione loved to do.

Blaise hadn’t expected what he found whilst doing his research;

Auras are unique to individuals and very rarely a colour will be replicated in another’s aura. It is unlikely, that two individuals will share a specific colour; however history has revealed that this can happen.

In the event that two individuals share the colour of their aura, it is an indication that the two are pre-destined to be together.

Soul mates.

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Blaise looked to his best friend again, the jealousy still there. Draco looked up to meet Blaise’s eye.

Draco’s light blue aura shone just as brightly as Hermione’s and his own.

Blaise had never seen Draco’s aura until two months ago, when he had accepted the role as head boy.

Blaise briefly remembered the text again, that he’d found in the book on soul mates:

If in an unusual turn of events and there are three individuals found to have the same aura, it is down to the individuals to decide which pair, become soul mates.

An individual can only have ONE soul mate.

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Up until today Blaise thought he had a chance with Hermione, Draco had never shown an interest in her and his confession unnerved him.

He knew then that Draco had feelings for Hermione even if he didn’t know it himself yet.

He had meant what he’d said to Draco earlier in the common room about them having things in common.

Blaise just hoped Draco hadn’t taken it as a sign to make a move on her.

Looking at the twinkle in the silvery blue eyes of his friend, he knew the truth.

Draco had!

“May the best man win” Blaise muttered to himself under his breath.

A/N:

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