A Rebel With A Tainted Heart

What About Now

Sorry it's been such a long time since I've updated, I've had mock exams for my GCSE's the past two weeks and it's been hell :( I've had no time but here you go :)) I love you all, thanks for reviewing/favouriting/following, please keep doing so. x

P.S. in my story, one of the changes is that Lupin and Tonks are alive because they're just so adorable I couldn't bear to keep them dead in this and Teddy all alone ^-^

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Change the colors of the sky
And open up to
The ways you made me feel alive
The ways I loved you
For all the things that never died
To make it through the night
Love will find you

What About Now - Daughtry

A Rebel With A Tainted Heart: Chapter 11

Draco was really tired. Knackered even. And that was something that should not occur during a school holiday. He should have been catching up on sleep, not losing it.

His father had been in Azkaban for nearly 6 months and Draco had taken his place as head of the Malfoy Family. Something which was not as easy as Draco had first thought. He was definitely not his father - sure they shared some genes and a few similar traits - and as a young man, he definitely couldn't keep track of everything. His father messed up everything he touched. Look how I turned out, Draco snorted at his own thought.

Constantly, there were owls from the Ministry, from Gringotts, from Azkaban. The Ministry Owls were informing Draco of his father's businesses. The Gringotts were usually threats from the goblins who were trying to take the Malfoy money. And the letters from Azkaban? Well, the young Malfoy usually locked those away in the top drawer of his bedside cabinet. He didn't want to read anything that came from his father, Bellatrix or any of the other Death Eaters residing in Azkaban.

The Ministry offered no help in managing the businesses, nor the goblins, purely because of Rufus Scrimgeour's hatred for Draco Malfoy. His mother was in France doing her best to forget the horrific memories of Voldemort living in their house and Draco's eyes were heavy.

Walking down to breakfast alongside Hermione, he rubbed a hand through his tousled white blond hair. He just wanted to sleep forever – he may be the Malfoy heir but he was a teenager first. Sleep and hormones first. Not money, or Azkaban, or crazy aunts.

"Did you get any sleep last night?" Hermione asked him softly, putting her arm around his waist as he put his around hers.

"A little, I don't really know, there were owls coming in and out practically the whole night. I think I need to go into the Ministry today," He grimaced, pulling the small brunette witch into a hug.

After their 'afternoon' in bed, they realised just how they felt about each other – after a while. They were both as stubborn as the other, but Draco really didn't care what his father or mother thought about him liking a Muggleborn witch and Hermione liked the Pureblood Slytherin Prince, something she still found hard to comprehend. Although, she would be lying if she said she wasn't worried about how Harry would react. Oh, andRonald.

"Are you sure you want to go by yourself?" Hermione tightened her grip around his waist – he gave her the best hugs.

"I have to, otherwise they won't give me access," He sighed, kissing her gently, taking her by surprise. To his satisfaction, she kissed him back eagerly, weaving her hands into his blond locks.

"So, since we keep doing this – Hermione Granger, will you go out with me?" Draco asked her, smirking as they rested their foreheads against each other. It wasn't the most romantic way he could have asked her, but he was still Draco Malfoy – not Neville Longbottom, God forbid.