-IF YOU COULD BE ANYWHERE-

Hermione casually walked down the main hallway on the fifth floor, her books held tightly against her chest, and a smile on her face. The smile, however, was a complete fake. The smile was only there to hide what she knew she wouldn't be able to hide for that much longer.

Hermione Granger had a secret, a secret that she didn't even share with her best friends, because they would kill her if they ever found out. Harry and Ron would kill her if they ever found out what she had been hiding from them and doing behind their backs.

So she walked the hallway casually, a small skip in her step, as she smiled at everybody who looked at her, hoping they wouldn't notice that deep down inside, she was miserable. But having a broken heart can make you miserable, especially when the person you thought would never break your heart was the person who broke it. She sighed heavily as she thought about what Harry and Ron would do to the git who had caused her misery. She of course, would never actually allow them to harm him.

Despite what she told herself and what she forced herself to think, her heart still knew the truth. And the truth was that even though her heart was broken, she was still bloody in love with Draco Malfoy.

They were supposed to keep their relationship hidden, and Draco was an expert at it. He was so good at it then when they were accidently caught being kind to each other in front of his friends, he had suddenly turned nasty, throwing dirty and completely uncalled for insults at her. Hermione tried to hide her tears, telling herself it was all an act. But once she saw that Draco didn't look sorry, like he had actually meant it, she ran away with tears pouring down her cheeks. She told herself that she was being stupid, that he never actually meant it, but she was never good at convincing herself.

So she waited. She waited for him to come and apologize or for him to send her an owl. She waited three days. Three long, silent, and heartbreaking days, before she finally decided to approach Draco. When she did, he practically spat in her face, telling her that what they had was stupid and wasn't really going to work out, so they should stop while they were ahead.

The argued for what felt like hours until Hermione ran from the room telling Draco that she hated him and if he ever came near her again she would curse him to next week.

Little did Hermione know that Draco was simply having a bad week and she just happened to be the one he took his anger out on. Sure, it was wrong of him to do that, but it was also wrong for Hermione not to give him a chance, not to let him explain.

Everybody deserves a second chance.

So Hermione continued to walk the hallway, hiding all misery and a broken heart from everybody else. To them, she looked like your average Hermione.

Suddenly, she felt somebody wrap their warm hand around her upper arm. Before she could even think about defending herself, they pulled her inside of a classroom, causing her to drop her books to the ground. "What the-?" Hermione spun around to get a good glimpse of her attacker, taking her wand out and pointing it at his throat before she could even get a glimpse of who it was. "Oh, it's you." She said, only lowering her wand slightly.

Draco Malfoy stood before her, a pleading look in his eyes. "Hermione, please lower your wand. I just want to talk."

"So now you want to talk?" Hermione snapped, not lowering her wand like Draco asked her to. "Two weeks ago all you wanted to do was yell."

"I was being stupid and-"

"Damn right you were." Hermione snapped, cutting him off.

Draco exhaled a deep breath and rolled his eyes, turning around suddenly and throwing his arms in the air. Hermione watched in shock as he approached one of the empty tables that sat in the classroom. He took a seat down on the top of the desk, and put his feet on the chair. Resting his elbows on his knees, he ran his hands through his hair. "You're impossible." Hermione heard him mutter.

"Excuse me?" She heard perfectly well what he had said; she just couldn't believe he actually said it.

Draco looked up suddenly. "I said you're impossible. I just don't understand you."

"What is that supposed to-"

"You know exactly what it means!" Draco snapped, standing up and walking towards Hermione rather quickly. Hermione quickly raised her wand at Draco, his sudden approach making her nervous and jumpy. "God damn it, Hermione, lower your wand!" Before she could even think about lowering it, Draco quickly grabbed the tip of her wand and yanked it out of her hand, tossing it across the room. Hermione stared at the place her wand had gone for a few seconds before turning and glaring at Draco. "Maybe now you'll listen to me."

"I'm done listening to you Draco Malfoy!" Hermione quickly pushed Draco to the side to go and retrieve her wand, but Draco quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. "Let me go!" She yelled, trying to pull her hand from his but failing miserably.

"Not until you listen to me."

"I already told you that I'm done listening to you!" Hermione said through her teeth, giving her wrist another tug, yet still not getting it from Draco's grip. "You should have thought about that before you broke my heart."

"I told you I was sorry."

"The damage was already done." Hermione snapped. "We already decided to go our separate ways. And personally, I think it was for the better." Hermione yanked her hand one more time, this time getting it free as Draco had given up on keeping her there. "Now we can stop lying to our friends and families." She stared him down for a few seconds before going over to retrieve her wand from the corner of the room, then quietly turned back and headed straight past Draco and towards the door.

As she bent over to pick up her fallen books, she heard Draco speak. "If you had a plane, then where would you fly to?"

Hermione, who was in mid reach for her books, froze, not sure if she just heard what Draco asked her. She stood up slowly and turned to face Draco, his gaze heartbroken and still pleading. "What?" She asked quietly.

"If you had a plane, then where would you fly to?" He asked like it was a question that he was asking in a normal conversation.

"Why would I use a plane to go anywhere when I can just apparate? And what do you know about planes, Mr. Pureblood?" Hermione snapped.

"If you had a plane, then where would you fly to?" Draco repeated.

Hermione rolled her eyes and bent down to pick up her books, this time actually retrieving them before standing up. "This is stupid." She said simply, reaching for the door handle.

"If you had a plane, then where would you fly to?" Draco repeated for the fourth time, this time more frantically as he was trying to stop Hermione from leaving.

Hermione laughed to herself and turned to see that Draco was giving her the most serious look. Her smile disappeared instantly. "Are you being serious? Do you seriously want me to answer that question?" When Draco didn't answer, just started back at her, Hermione exhaled a deep breath and pressed her books up against her chest. "Australia. My parents love Australia and if I was to go anywhere, I would take them there."

Hermione watched as Draco nodded, and when he didn't say anything, she decided she had the okay to leave. She turned quickly, wanting to get out of the room, but once her hand touched the doorknob, Draco spoke again. His question was even weirder this time around. "If you had to use your brain for something else, tell me what would you do?"

"What?" Hermione asked, a small laugh escaping her lips.

"If you had to use your brain for something else, tell me what would you do?"

Hermione pondered on his question for a moment. "I would help people. I would save as many as I could from the upcoming war. Save them from all this doom and gloom."

"And what if you had a strange conversation with a lady in a waiting room about leaving all that doom and gloom?"

Hermione couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. "Draco Malfoy, what are you talking about?"

Draco suddenly took a couple steps towards her, but curiosity led Hermione to stay rooted to the spot. "If you could be anywhere, where would you be?" He asked, now only a few feet from Hermione. "If you could be anywhere,… would you be there with me?"

"Are you serious?" Hermione asked, now taking a step back. "I just told you that I was finished with you, and now you're asking me if I could be anywhere, would I be there with you?"

Draco nodded as he continued to approach Hermione, only stopping when he was close enough to touch her. "Because if I could anywhere, I'd be there with you."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Nice, but not going to work." She snapped, turning around and pulling the door open, but Draco stopped her by pulling her back and closing the door with his other hand.

Hermione turned and glared at Draco, opening her mouth to protest, but Draco stopped her by speaking before she could. "If I had a clue, I would know exactly what to do."

"Draco-."

"If had a way to let you know where I wanted to go, I would."

"Draco, please just-."

"And I would even have a strange conversation with a lady in the street, telling me to move my tired feet."

"What is your point?!?" She snapped, stomping her feet to help emphasize how frustrated she was.

"My point is that if I could be anywhere, in this entire world, I would be there with you."

Hermione looked up at Draco and licked her lips nervously. His eyes were so kind and so serious, only a blind man wouldn't be able to tell that he was being completely honest. Every word that left his lips was the complete and honest truth. "Draco…." Hermione exhaled a deep breath and lowered her head to the ground studying the floor to try and hide from Draco's gaze. She didn't want to get her heartbroken again.

"Hermione…." Draco said softly, lifting up her chin with his fingers and smiling at her kindly. "I will take my chances, fake my glances, and wake my answers,… but I need you to come along for the ride."

"Draco, I-"

"Please Hermione." Draco ran his thumb over her cheek. "I made a huge mistake. I love you." Draco studied Hermione's eyes, trying hard to read what she was thinking, but that was almost impossible with Hermione. "I love you." He repeated softer this time.

And before Draco knew what was happening, Hermione crashed her lips onto his. That moment seemed to last forever, and when it was over, it still kept on going. Hermione rested her head on Draco's chest and Draco wrapped his arms around her tightly, leaning his chin on the top of her head, humming softly to a tune as he rocked Hermione back and forth to the slow beat. "If I could be anywhere, I'd be there with you, girl."

This is by far the best song Tom Felton has ever wrote, played, and sang. If you are reading this but haven't yet listened to any of his music, go and listen to this song, because i'm telling you, you will fall in love with it. i'm pretty sure this is everybody's favorite.

if this is your favorite, like it is mine, then i hope you liked it! i became super excited when i finally figured out a story line to follow for this song and just had to write it straight away.

also, for those of you who have only heard his music on feltbeats, the version they have on their website is a shortened version. the version i bought has a second verse ("if i had a clue i'd know exactly what to do. if i had a way to let you know where i wanted to go. and if i had a strange conversation with a lady in the street telling me to move my tired feet."), so if you didn't recognize the lyrics then that would be why. i promise i didn't make them up on my own :)

please remember to review! any ideas as to what you guys want to see next? i'm thinking "time well spent" or "convinced".