A Rebel With A Tainted Heart

Your Lipstick Leaves Me So Out Of Breath

Try to tell you no, but my body keeps on telling you yes

Try to tell you stop, but your lipstick got me so out of breath

I'd be waking up in the morning probably hating myself

I'd be waking up feeling satisfied but guilty as hell

-One More Night, Maroon 5

A Rebel With A Tainted Heart: Chapter 5

Both the Slytherins and Ginny groaned inwardly at the name of who was currently standing at the door. Blaise thought that one Weasley was all he needed to get through life, he didn’t need another one.

“Hermione, I was hoping to catch you here!” Ron grinned and already, Hermione wanted to throttle him.

“Really, well aren’t you just having a lucky night,” She replied in that same cold tone as Ginny stifled a giggle. The redhead, determined to get a better spot to listen to the impending argument, moved off the sofa and sat down in a chair beside Draco at the table, who promptly raised his eyebrows at the girl’s actions.

“It was you or Zabini and frankly, I trust you more in all senses of the word. Mainly that you’re not going to try cop a feel,” Ginny whispered to the blond, who bit down hard on his lip, nodded and continued writing so he didn’t laugh out loud at that. Blaise, sitting across and unaware of what was said, still looked offended.

“So this is your new dormitory, it’s nice,” Ron commented, trying to look inside.

“I’m not inviting you in here Ronald,” Hermione said crossly, folding her arms.

“Okay, fine, I’ll say what I want now. Hermione, you’ve been on my mind, just thinking about you I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to realise you’re the only one I want,” He announced with a ridiculous soppy look on his face.

“So Ronald, you think you can just waltz over here and confess your ‘love’ for me and I’ll take you back?”

“Oh goody, he’s in for it now. She is gonna yell at him so bad!” Ginny giggled quietly, clapping her hands together excitedly.

“You sure you weren’t supposed to be a Slytherin Red?” Blaise asked, grinning.

“I can’t wait to hear this,” Draco murmured. He knew just what it was like to be on the opposite end of her anger. He absentmindedly rubbed his jaw. Damn, Granger could pack a good punch.

“Well let me tell you something. You. Bloody. Can’t. Remember Parvati? And Lavender? Did you think of her, when you were with me? Did you wish I was a bit more like her? She was too loud and I’m quiet because you made me feel so damn self-conscious! She was ‘flawless’, she was the other woman. Now she’s gone and you expect me to pick up the pieces?  This isn’t worth it,” Hermione glared at him and he seemed to shrink under her intense scrutiny.

“She didn’t mean anything come on Hermione I love you. I mean, sure she was gorgeous and you are just so boring and alright. But that’s okay, I can put up with that,” Ron said confidently, not realising his fatal error.

“Shiiiiiiiiiiit,” Ginny muttered in a sing-song voice.

“Get. Out.”  The sound of the slap echoed around the whole room and down the end of the hall. Draco and Blaise winced appreciatively.

“So, is that a yes?” Ron asked dumbly, rubbing his blood red cheek.

“Honestly Weasel, if you were any slower you’d be going backwards,” Malfoy drawled from across the room.