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Mudblood Fever and Lingerie	By : Tnteacups Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 36612 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Jealousy

Hermione stood in her knickers, staring into the mirror that was positioned above her dormitory bathroom’s sink. The hickeys were fading, and her soreness was evaporating. She sighed, and moved to try on her dresses for the christmas party. Her parents had obligingly sent her several from her closet at home, giving her options, in case some no longer fit. Slughorn’s Christmas party was that evening, and she’d been putting off picking out a dress.
She tried on a purple frilly number, quickly discarding it as the thin straps did nothing to hide her waning marks of passion. Two others followed the first, before she settled on a sleek peach gown, with a lacy shawl. She found a pair of cream heels, and a necklace to match, assembling the outfit quickly, and carrying all the parts back into her dormitory room, placing them in a neat pile in her trunk, for later.
Neither Lavender or Parvati said anything to her as she hid the outfit away, and donned her class robes, dragging a comb through her damp hair, and pulling on her shoes, before heading to breakfast.

Draco watched as the tall boy walked over to Hermione, and bent next to her on the bench, talking amicably with her. Cormac McLaggen had been speaking to her rather frequently recently, and as he watched the two converse, he saw her brown eyes dart toward him and away. He watched as McLaggen nodded, and walked off, looking all too happy. He watched, suddenly suspicious, as she looked over at his table again, looking almost sheepish as she met his eyes for barely a second, before hiding again in her book. He looked around her at her friends. Potter seemed wrapped up in his own world as usual, Ginny Weasley was sitting a few seats down, chatting with her own friends. But the other Weasley looked downright murderous. He was ignoring the blond who was trying desperately to get his attention, shoving her arms clumsily around him, and speaking in a babying voice.
Weasley shot a death glare at the book Granger was hiding behind, and shoved away from the table, his irritating girlfriend bouncing after him. Had the two friends had a row? Weasley wasn’t trying to start a fight with Draco so he doubted that Weasley had found out about he and Hermione’s trysts. And what had McLaggen looked so eager about? He picked at the food on his plate, wondering if he could ask her what was going on, or if she’d tell him to mind his own business. He decided not to ask her, and instead, eyed the redhead girl sitting a few seats down.

Draco shoved past a group of Gryffindor first years, easily catching up to the redhead who was making her way toward the transfiguration classroom.
“Weasley!” He called catching her just before she went in. All of her friends stopped, turning to look at him. He felt his stomach clench, watched by the group of fifth years.
“Can I have a word?” He asked, keeping his voice even, and his face his usual sneer.
“Is it about the detention Snape gave me?” She asked in a disheartened voice stepping away from her friends. “I’ll join you guys in a minute.” She gestured them into the classroom, and walked over to where Draco stood in his air of pompousness.
“Actually it’s about Granger.” He murmured, lowering his voice from passing students.
“Hermione? What about her?” Weasley looked worried, as though he was going to tell her she was in the hospital wing.
“Are her and Weasley having a row?” He asked, getting the words out before he could clam up.
“Sort of…” The redhead hedged, eyeing him suspiciously. “Why should I tell you?”
“Because…” He searched for any kind of reason. “You’re the only person that knows… about… us,” he forced out, feeling his face burn. The pair were getting odd looks from passerby, but no one dared stop and speak to the two. “I just want to know if it’s because of me.”
Ginny gave him a hard look, appraising him as she stared, as if summing him up with one glare.
“It’s not.” She said, her face still guarded.
“It seemed to involve that McLaggen boy.” Draco observed, remembering the way Weasley had looked at her after the two’s short conversation. The look on the female Weasley’s face told him he’d hit the mark. She narrowed her eyes at him, and took on a defensive stance.
“What makes you think so?” She asked, aggressively.
“The way he stormed off after the two talked. What did they talk about?” He asked, knowing she’d been close enough to hear, and hoping she was willing to share her knowledge.
She looked at him for a moment, summing him up again.
“Why do you even want to know?” She asked, smirking right back. He opened his mouth, only for silence to fill the air. Why did He want to know?
“I…” He stammered, meeting the girl’s fierce gaze. “I’m not sure.” The words upset him, admitting he didn’t know, especially to a Weasley.
“Are you jealous?” She was eyeing him with disbelief, and he looked at her with horror.
“No!” He denied, instantly feeling the truth of her words. “Of course not.”
“Reeeally?” She drew the word out, her face twisting into an evil grin. He felt something akin to panic at her look, wondering what she was going to do with the knowledge. Would she tell her friends? Or his? Was this why he hadn’t wanted to ask Hermione herself? He was worried she’d be upset if she found out he felt jealous. She wasn’t his. She could do what she liked. And he expected her to tell him as much.
“Don’t tell her.” He commanded the redhead, his panic deepening.
“Why not?” She challenged, instantly defiant.
“Because… I don’t… I don’t want her to get the wrong idea.” He whispered, ignoring the emptying hallway. He was going to be late for class either way.
“What idea’s that?” Weasley seemed ready to defend her friend in an instant if he said the wrong thing. He could see her hand hiding in her pocket, no doubt on her wand.
“That I think I own her. I don’t,” he said, fervently, hoping to persuade her friend to the truth. “But I don’t want anyone else thinking they do, either.”
“I see,” she seemed to think about it for a second. “Ron upset her, so she agreed to go to the Slug Club Christmas party with McLaggen to get back at him. Ron hates McLaggen.”
Draco felt sudden loathing for the guy himself. Was Hermione really interested in him, or JUST using him to get back at her ex? What about himself?
“Thanks.” He said, just as the bell rang, and ran off down the hall, leaving the redhead to her class as he darted towards his own, his thoughts spinning with doubt and jealousy.
A/N: Catching up to where I am in my writing. Not too close yet, though. Sorry for how short this chapter is, the next one will be about three times longer!
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