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Jealousy	By : brandnewdaydawning Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 78819 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco gave her a few minutes before joining her in the hallway and slinging a friendly arm over her shoulder as he stared down the empty hallway with her.
"You want to talk about it?"
She was going to have to tell him something. She couldn't gate crash his bed and then pretend that nothing was wrong. Still, no need to get chummy. She gave him a sideways elbow and told him to shut up so she could have a few minutes to gather her thoughts. He squirmed away from her giving her his cockiest grin and putting his hands up in surrender and she almost resented the smile he coaxed out of her with his antics.
"I'm actually serious here." He said, stepping back into her space. He took her hand and tugged her in, a mere two steps, to kissing distance. She was aware of things like that now. How close two people had to be in order to touch lips. She pushed that awareness to the back of her mind and frowned up at him. He had followed her lead and backed out of her argument with Harry. He hadn't said a word, though his glaring could hardly be construed as silence. She couldn't turn around and lash out at him after he had respected her enough to stand back and let her have her say. That would be the easy way and he'd definitely earned the right to be treated with the same courtesy he'd shown her. He was still a guy though and he wasn't going to just let this go.
"I'm not defending the moron, but he is usually pretty loyal." His head bent and he touched his forehead to hers. "I can't imagine what he could have possibly done to make you cry like that."
She didn't have the heart to tell him. It wasn't Harry who had made her cry. It was Draco. Sure, she had definitely shed some tears during her angry retreat. She'd had wet cheeks as she spent un-clocked time pacing furiously through the various halls and nooks and crannies of Hogwarts. It was Draco however that had made her lose her shit.
She'd opened her eyes. Remembered the awful scene in Gryffindor tower. The way her friends had treated her. The people who were supposed to know her. The people who were supposed to love her. Treating her like an ignorant lovesick patsy. A gullible fool. And accusing her, Hermione Granger, of disloyalty. Accusing her, Hermione Granger, of being shallow and mean and vicious. As if they didn't even know her. As if they didn't even care. It didn't matter how badly Ron had treated her. It didn't matter how good she had been to them. What mattered was that she had dared to step outside of the Gryffindor rules. She'd dared to think for herself. They had turned on her like vipers.
To see Draco staring down at her with concern had tipped her mental state from fury to heartbreak. He was her literal enemy. A guy who had taken every opportunity to wound and tease her. The one person in the castle she would expect to take delight in her misery. Instead those pretty eyes, usually cold as ice, had been filled with worry. He cared about how she was feeling. Why she had been crying. He wasn't thinking about Ron or Padma or Harry. He couldn't care less how she should be acting or what she should be doing or how this was all somehow her fault. The look of kindness and interest and compassion on his face had caused her feelings to well up and overflow in a most embarrassing way.
She sighed and started walking towards home. She ought to go in and gather her things but mentally shrugged thinking to hell with it. Daylight would break soon and she didn't want to brave the dragon's den again and get caught by an early riser, or worse, Snape. Plus this way she didn't have to look at him while she talked. If he took her continued grip on his hand as an invitation then so be it. "It was the damned bracelet. The last straw, I guess."
"The bracelet?" She could hear the real confusion in his voice. This whole thing could be the poster child for unintended consequences. Draco wanted to rub his money in Ron's face. It had worked. "Potter lost his mind because I gave you a shiny trinket?"
"He saw it as a personal attack on Ron's insecurities." Which it had been. So what. Ron could attack her insecurities all day long. Or at least fuel them with his blatant disregard for how his behavior would affect her self-esteem and reputation. No one cared about that, but if she paid him back in kind then she was a monster. "I'm supposed to believe that all of this mess has been completely unintentional, that Ron is so stupid he had no idea the way he behaves would affect me. Apparently what I'm doing is different and worse because it's Malicious."
"Not Malicious." He bumped shoulders with her affectionately. "Vengeful maybe."
"I told you no one would really believe we were going out. Harry saw right through it and knows I'm being hateful."
"I don't think he'd be freaking out like this if he didn't believe it. I think maybe he believes it all too well and that is why he is overreacting."
Hermione chewed that over in her mind while they walked in companionable silence. Thinking she was messing up was one thing. Thinking that they were losing her to the enemy might be a little more intense for her friend. She knew he had abandonment issues. Maybe she should just spend some extra time with Harry. Reassure him that her new relationship would not change who she was or their friendship. Ron had certainly bungled the situation by cutting Harry out and obsessing over his new girlfriend. Maybe Harry thought he was losing all his friends and was overreacting. That was a little easier to swallow. Even if he was being an ass about it. It wouldn't be the first-time Harry had showed his rear when he felt left out.
"More than anything, this fight is my fault." She admitted. The need to confess her sins making her mouth open without her consent. "Harry's been pretty much taking my side on the breakup. When he took Ron's side over the bracelet I didn't take it well. Things got out of hand pretty quickly. I don't like being told I'm wrong."
He barked a startled laugh and she glanced sideways, strangely cheered to see his trademark sneer in place. "Potter is surprised that you don't like having your decisions questioned? How he managed to get through five years of co-education boarding school I'll never know. That isn't a Granger thing, it's a woman thing."
Maybe. She knew her faults. This whole thing was blowing up in her face and it was completely her fault.
"So did you write your father back?" She asked, wanting to shift the focus off of her problems for a moment.
"No, I've decided on silence. I expect a visit from him soon. Nothing blows up his skirt worse than being ignored."
She smiled to herself, glancing down at her feet. His hand was warm and strong in hers. His cloak enveloping and soft. The way he made her feel was a complete contrast. Draco Malfoy was cold and hard and mean. He woke up with an agenda and every move was calculated and emotionless. How she could know that in her head and yet feel nothing but safe and fond as they strolled down the hallway together was beyond her. Even now, with the subject of their plot out in the air, she felt close to him. As if she were his partner in this instead of his tool. When had that shift happened? Last night, this morning. She didn't know, and she had to remember to be careful. She might be the only one who felt that way. Still she couldn't ignore the easy companionable vibe between them. How easily he spoke to her about his father, which had to be a painful subject.
It was intoxicating to think that she was seeing a more private part of Draco Malfoy. That the boy who held her while she cried and tried to protect her from her friends was someone he had only chosen to share with her. She knew he was fiercely loyal to his friends. Had she earned that loyalty? Or maybe he was just being uncharacteristically nice because she had snotted all over him while she cried and he did not want a repeat of the incident. Maybe this was why girls cried so often, it appeared to be very effective for mellowing a guy out. Maybe he was just mellow in the morning. Who knew? She wanted to know.
Besides she had nothing to feel bad about. It wasn't as if Lucius was an innocent victim. Draco learned his ability to manipulate from his father, serves the man right if Draco used that talent against him. If she found the way he viewed the world as a chess board and used his quick and clever mind to manipulate people into a win for him as attractive. Well everyone had their quirks.
"How would you like to handle it when he gets here?" She watched her worn trainers peek out from beneath Draco's luxurious cloak with every step. It was ridiculously entertaining. As if the real Hermione Granger was refusing to be covered up. If Lucius Malfoy were to see it he would probably completely lose it and try to murder her.
"I doubt he is at the point where he would confront you. He still thinks this is all a mistake on the part of the paper. Apparently, I still have enough social collateral in this school that no one is reporting directly to my father on my school activities."
She shared a grin with him, since he was so visibly pleased with his own power. It was nice. To be part of this secret club. To hear him do something besides snarl and snark and complain. Who else could he share these types of victories with? Slytherin had always struck her as a kind of lonely house.
"It will definitely be entertaining when I don't deny our relationship. Maybe he will have a heart attack when I tell him I'm crazy about you and I will inherent early." His goofy smile was infectious and she couldn't help but laugh a bit at his dark stab at humor.
He drew her to a stop a full ten paces from the portrait with the fat lady, far enough away to not overhear a whispered password. She doesn't know why he still managed to surprise her when he used proper wizarding etiquette. She supposed she was used to the sneering hateful side of him and didn't see enough of the properly raised pure-blood. He probably knew which fork to use when the appetizers were out of order too. He cleared his throat a little. "What are you doing today?"
"I have a meeting with Professor Snape to discuss my senior thesis. I need to finish my model for my Astronomy project. I usually help the boys with their projects after lunch…" Her lips trembled dangerously and she ruthlessly squashed the thoughts circling in her head that made her want to burst into tears again. She would definitely work on repairing her friendships. But maybe not today. She took a deep breath and the abruptly stopped breathing at all when Draco stepped back into her space.
"You should have lunch with me." He murmured, his lashes sweeping down as he focused his gaze on her lips.
"At the Slytherin table? Don't you think we've done enough damage to my friendships this week?"
"Pshaw, fuck all that. I mean a real lunch. We can get a pass, pop over to London. I know a lovely place with the best bread you have ever tasted and sauce that is dribbled down from heaven." He made lunch sound pornographic.
"Sounds lovely, how many reporters will you be calling to ruin my lunch?"
"Haven't we done enough damage to your friendships this week?" His voice was low and intimate and rumbled down low in her bones. She probably ought to be medicated for liking the way he spoke to her. The way he made her feel. The guilty pleasure she got from thinking about having him all to herself for a nice intimate meal. Like a real date and a real boyfriend. A real danger to her sanity is what he was. Yesterday she had been all systems go. She had decided to just enjoy this roller coaster ride of her emotions, explore the sensual side of herself that only he seemed capable of bringing to the surface. Today, after all that had happened, she was understandably more gun shy.
Maybe she should distance herself and wrap up this plan and take what she had learned to her next relationship.
She reached up to undo the clasp of his cloak, intending to return it to him for the long walk back to Slytherin. He read her mind the way he did sometimes and brushed her hand aside to make sure the fastening was still secure.
"Keep it, it looks better on you anyway." His eyes had gone the color of dark gunmetal and he moved in closer, deliberately. He'd obviously never watched cheesy movies where the boy went out of his way to pretend he was stretching or something so a girl didn't get startled. He always moved with purpose and intention. Everything he did was deliberate. Her pulse doubled with anticipation and she felt like she was breathing in deeper than she was exhaling.
"Thanks for letting me crash with you." She whispered. Because it needed to be said. She'd expected irritated tolerance in deference to their plan. Instead she'd gotten a literal arms wide open welcome and comfort from an unexpected direction. It had thrown her off balance for sure, but she was grateful.
He raised a hand, slow and careful and inserted it inside the hood of his cloak. Cupping her face on one side gentle and firm at the same time. He was going to kiss her again. He'd walked her home, asked her to lunch, and now was staring down at her with carnal intent. She ought to be freaking out. Why wasn't she freaking out? His other hand coming up to caress her hip, completely entitled, like he had every right, felt natural. Felt right. In just a couple of days his touch had gone from something to fear to a dark craving. She didn't feel boxed in, she felt wanted. Her entire body was a secret she could only tell here.
She shifted closer, barely an admission, but she knew it was enough for him to read the signs.
"You have such a pretty fucking mouth." He whispered. His thumb pulling down, plucking her bottom lip, then sliding fingers back further into her hair, cushioning her head from the blow as his entire body pushed her back into the wall. She let her eyes slide closed as he bent his head to kiss her. Gave into desire and let herself touch him. The boy knew how to kiss. Pulling and tasting at her lips. Cradling her head and overwhelming her with his presence.
He rocked his hips against her and Hermione suddenly wanted the heavy fabric of his cloak off despite the chill in the air. She wanted nothing between her and that hard body of his. She gripped his shoulders, rocking back in that rolling rhythm he had taught her and she felt power and satisfaction rise up in her middle at the sound of his ragged groan of desire.
Whatever else was between them, this was definitely real.
White hot lust coursing through her veins. Every touch and sigh and taste emphasized. She could feel every pound of blood through her veins and imagined an echo in his touch. She fisted her hand in the crisp whiteness of his shirt, knew if she stripped it from him just how smooth and hard and perfect his blood warmed skin would be. She wanted to. She wanted to touch his bare skin. She wanted a lot more than that.
She wrapped a leg around his thigh and used the wall as leverage to push herself up against him and he practically ripped the fabric of his cloak getting it open enough to get access to her sensitive neck and leave those soft layered sucking kisses that made her weak with want. This was no good. She wanted to get him somewhere else. Somewhere she could explore her desire at length. She was done being interrupted and denied.
She decided right there, pressed up against the wall, that she wasn't going to tell herself no just for the sake of saying no. Why should she? She was of an appropriate age. She wanted this. He apparently did too. There was nothing wrong with a little physical contact with an extremely attractive male. But not here. In a cold open hallway. His warm strong hands found their way to her bum under her skirt, pulling her into him in a much more purposeful way that brought her awareness spiraling downward in a very intense way. Jesus. If it felt that good, to rub against her through all their layers of clothing, she could just imagine skin on skin.
"Come back to my room." He whispered, husky and low against her neck. The chill of the air was a stark contrast to his warm breath on her wet skin. She shuddered at the invitation. Turning her head to kiss his mouth again as she considered it. At some point he had pushed her hood down and her hair got in her way. She was forced to take her hand off of him to push the mess back off her face and he pulled back and stared down at her.
He took a shuddering breath and leaned his forehead up against her. Caressed her ass boldly as they both just breathed for a minute. Kneading and pulling and cupping. She hadn't thought a butt massage would feel so good.
"I need to get showered and changed before breakfast." She decided to pull back even as she gave an excuse. She needed to think about this seriously. Away from his hypnotic touch. Casual sex was part of the culture for her generation but she still needed to be rational about this.
"Okay." He acknowledged, before kissing her again. Soft sweet. Accepting. She had expected him to push her. To try to get her to change her mind. Maybe get mad. She'd halfway braced for a fight. But he was pulling back, letting her go. Giving her butt one last squeeze before removing his hand from her. He was doing up the clasp of his cloak, covering her back up, and suddenly she wanted to take it back.
She wanted to say to hell with breakfast, to hell with classes, and just climb him like a tree. A consensual tree. He could have stripped naked in the hall and done a sexy dance and she wouldn't find it half as sexy as his simple acceptance of her choice to say not now. She gaped at him like a stupid idiot, realizing that this was the turning point. She opened her mouth to tell him she changed her mind. Saw herself taking his hand and leading him to the Room of Requirement. Pushing him up against a door for a change and having her way with him. But her body was too slow to keep up with her mind and he was placing something in her hand and walking away before she could get a word out.
She looked down in curiosity and found that he had given her the matching necklace to her bracelet. He walked much faster without her by his side and he was turning the corner before she could call out. What the hell. If she was going to sleep with the boy she certainly wasn't going to be ashamed of accepting a gift. She fumbled with the clasp a bit before getting it around her neck before whispering the password and letting herself into Gryffindor tower.
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