A Rebel With A Tainted Heart

Beautiful Cause You Love Me

Standing over the basin I’ve been washing my face in

Jet black mascara racing down my cheeks til I taste it

Staring at my reflection every slight imperfection

Staring back at me naked as a girl can be

-Beautiful Cause You Love me, Girls Aloud

A Rebel With A Tainted Heart Chapter 14

Hermione’s mind was racing at what felt like a hundred miles an hour. She couldn’t focus on one thing for more than a few seconds before her mind had drifted off to think about something else and so on. It was extremely frustrating, particularly for someone such as Hermione who was usually relatively calm and collected. However, now, she was the exact opposite and it was driving her crazy.

Once again, her eyes flickered to the large mahogany clock that hung near the top of the wall across from the bed she was sat on. 13 minutes and 17 seconds. That was how long had passed since the Healer who had originally brought her in to check her over had disappeared off, stammering about needing another Healer. By now, Hermione was beyond agitated and wanted nothing more than to storm out of the room and down the hall. Draco was practically dying for Gods’ sake and she knew nothing about what was going on because some bloody Healer had ordered her, ordered her, to stay in the room.

She hadn’t even realised it, but at some time during the 13 minutes, she had begun tapping her fingers annoyingly on the side of the uncomfortable enchanted bed. I’m even annoying myself now, Hermione thought, rolling her eyes in frustration. The room was plain, not a book in sight and for the brunette this only added to her irritance. She was itching to know what was happening; she hated not knowing what was going on.

A knock on the large door made her jump slightly and her fingers ceased the irregular tapping as the door opened quickly, revealing a still tear stained Narcissa. Hermione noted however, that the older woman looked slightly happier than she had previously and the younger girl sighed inaudibly, relaxing visibly. Draco was okay for now, at least.

“Hermione, are you alright? I was worried when you didn’t come back out,” Narcissa spoke softly, tucking a white blonde strand of hair behind her ear.

“I have no idea what’s going on. The Healer examined me and said he needed to go get another Healer around 15 minutes ago,” Hermione shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest.

“And Draco? Is he well?” She added, asking the question that she had been afraid to voice since they had been taken away from him.

“The Minister was able to find Abraxas, Lucius’ father, and bring him here. They took him away to get his blood taken and then they rushed away to theatre with Draco, but it all seems to be going alright so far, thank goodness.”

Hermione could see the worry on Narcissa’s pale face and gestured to the space beside her on the bed so the woman could sit down and breathe. As she sat down, she wrapped an arm around Hermione, drawing her into a warm hug.

“I am sure everything will be fine Mrs Malfoy,” Hermione spoke quietly, trying to reassure Narcissa and desperately trying to convince herself also.

This was Draco Malfoy. The snobby little brat she had met on the first day of Hogwarts as he tried to befriend Harry before insulting Ron. The arrogant little sod who had teased her in second year and who they all suspected had opened the Chamber of Secrets. The pompous blond who she had punched in third year after he had been ‘attacked’ by the hippogriff, resulting in the execution of Buckbeak (which the Golden Trio had avoided). The fourth year who had become the amazing bouncing ferret courtesy of Barty Crouch Jr disguised as the Auror Alastor Moody. The blond arse who became a member of Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad in fifth year, getting them all in trouble because of Dumbledore’s Army. The lost boy in their sixth year who ended up with the Dark Mark, had cried in the bathrooms and got hurt because of Harry. The seventh year who was hardly there because his father had forced him to be with the Death Eaters at all times.