A Rebel With A Tainted Heart

You Belong With Me

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find

That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you

You, you belong with me, you belong with me

-You Belong With Me, Taylor Swift

A Rebel With A Tainted Heart: Chapter 8

Finally, it was Halloween break. This year, the teacher’s had decided to extend all of the breaks so that students could spend more time with parents helping them or repairing their houses, things like that. Few students had actually chosen to stay at Hogwarts, many still didn’t feel as safe there as they had before the War, and they probably never would. The only students remaining were Draco, Hermione, Blaise and Ginny. Hermione found it extremely weird how it was just those four, with a whole bunch of teachers.

As it was just those four, Dumbledore had let them know that if there were any things they need to sort or do outside of Hogwarts, that they would be free to do so. Hermione would be forever grateful to the elder wizard; he had done so much for them all.

A nice quiet Friday night in. That was what Hermione was looking forward to as she stretched out along one of the sofas in her and Malfoy's shared Common Room, Hogwarts: A History in her lap.

-Hm, wonder where the ferret is? He's like a creeping Jesus, you never know where he is till you turn round and he's there.

Hermione was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice the blond nor did she hear the portrait door being closed.

He relaxed down onto the sofa opposite her, tilting his head back, closing his eyes and rubbing a slender hand over his face. This caught Hermione's attention and she turned to face the Head Boy.

He lounged on the couch looking impossibly sexy and so bloody distracting. He still had his eyes closed, so she took the opportunity to study him properly, again. No guy should be allowed to be so handsome in Hermione's opinion. Draco's face was chiselled and angular, and she couldn't help but stare a little dreamily at his jaw. Hermione wouldn't mind kissing all along it, or all along his body for that matter.

His platinum blond hair was falling randomly and messily perfect around his forehead, as though he had been running his hands through it, like he did when he was frustrated or nervous. The long pale fingers that lazily twirled his expensive quill in his left hand when he was bored in class. The boy had talented fingers and those perfect hands that sculpted that perfect writing. He had beautiful writing.

-God, why does everything about him have to be so beautiful?!

"I know I'm irresistible and all Granger, but you don't need to keep staring at me. If you want me naked all you have to do is ask," He drawled in that melodical tone, eyes still closed and smirking.

"How in the hell? You have got to stop doing that - your eyes are shut," Hermione muttered, causing his smirk to stretch.

-Much like his ego!

-She didn't argue with me about her wanting me naked, hm, minxy witch!

"I can sense it. I'm like a, what do those Muggles say? Ninja?" Draco asked her, much to her surprise.

"You know what a ninja is? And you sure as hell are not a ninja Malfoy," She rolled her eyes at him, he was so typical. Whatever he had opened his mouth to say in reply was lost in the incessant tapping at the room's window. One of the brown school owls was glaring angrily at the pair, forcing Hermione to get up and cross the room to the window to retrieve the letter.