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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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Required Disclaimer: Obviously I am not the WB or JK. This story is not meant to infringe on the rights or offend any scary corporations and lawyers that could sue my pants off. These characters belong to their creator, I am only borrowing them for a short while, and most likely putting them in positions and situations that would make JK frown. On with the story then...

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Hermione gripped her wand more tightly. She snapped her mouth shut with a click and edged towards the door slowly. Malfoy had clearly lost his mind and must be treated with the utmost care, like a wild animal. He was just standing there, arms crossed over his rather broad chest, smirking like an idiot, clearly amused.
Hermione was not in any way amused.
"Granger!" He barked. "Are you trying to run away again? I had no idea Gryffindors were this skittish. Just hear me out, would you?"
"Malfoy, I don't need to listen to you. This is the dumbest plan you've ever had, including throwing in with Umbridge. Even if I did choose to go ahead with this idiocy, no one would ever believe it."
His face darkened with the mention of old frog lady. "Throwing in with Umbridge was not stupid. Malfoys always land on top." He took a deep breath and let it out. "It doesn't matter; I'm not here to argue with you. It will work; we'll make people believe it. Really Granger, can you think of anything worse to do to Weasley than date me?"
"You do have a point Malfoy. That would be spectacularly funny. But it would hurt Harry too and I'm not interested in doing that. I would never hurt Harry."
He frowned, obviously not used to Gryffindor loyalty.
"I admit the boy wonder wouldn't be happy about it. But he trusts your judgment, he's a true friend to you, and wants you to be happy. It's disgusting. But he'll accept it. I can't say we'll be civil to each other, but I won't hex him except in self-defense, and I will try not to deliberately provoke him."
"Dating me will provoke him."
"Like I said I reserve the right to defend myself."
Hermione quit backing up for the door and closed her eyes so she could think. He really did seem serious. This had to be some sort of joke. But she just kept remembering how she had felt that day when Ron had walked in with his new girlfriend and then promptly stuck his tongue down her throat. All the constant making out, punctuated with Ron's sly smiles. He knew he was getting to her. All the mean-spirited rumors flying around. Harry would understand. But he would never believe it, not really. Neither would anyone else.
"I know what you're thinking." Her eyes snapped open and found him way to close to her. Only a couple feet away, she hadn't heard him move. She ought to know better than to close her eyes to a Malfoy. "No one will believe it. But we'll take it slow, make it realistic."
"Malfoy, I'm not about to be another one of your tarts. You go through women like water. That would be even more embarrassing than my current situation. Thank you very much." She held up her chin. He obviously thought that she was stupid.
"Clever girl you are. It won't work if everybody just feels more sorry for you than they already do. I intend to make it crystal clear to the masses that you're different. I'll eventually declare for you publicly. Which, by the way, I have never ever done. I've never called anybody my girlfriend. You'll be the girl who finally bagged Draco Malfoy. When it's done you can be the one to break it off and I will be suitably heartbroken."
He was painting a very temping picture. Right now everyone was laughing behind her back because she couldn't hold on to a boyfriend. She was too frigid and boring for anyone to like her. Draco Malfoy was definitely in demand. He had girls chasing him like he was some sort of rock star. Despite his dubious family connections. Really girls her age had no taste or discretion.
"This doesn't make any sense Malfoy, why would you want to do this?"
"I have my reasons. Are you in or out?"
Hermione's eyes narrowed and she took a step towards him. "No way ferret. You're going to have to convince me of your reasons or the deals off."
He looked at her for one long inscrutable moment. This close to him it became painfully clear just how tall he had gotten, he towered over her 5'7 frame. And when had he gotten so muscular?
"If I tell you why, and it makes sense, you'll agree."
"I will consider it, if you have an excellent reason."
He sighed and waved at a seat. She hesitated a moment before lowering her wand and sitting down. If she was going to be "dating" him she wouldn't be able to hold her wand in front of her at all times as proper Gryffendor/Slytherin protocol dictated. There would have to be some trust involved. Very little trust, but some.
"I've had a disagreement with my father. His political alliances are destroying my family name. I've decided that I need to get it back on track and the best way to do that is to completely distance myself from all of my fathers' beliefs." He began to pace slowly, gesturing with one hand. As if he was lecturing. "Seriously dating a muggle Witch would make a huge statement, completely believable, because it's not obvious."
Okay. That actually did make sense.
"Why me?"
"I chose you for several reasons." He turned to face her, ticking off one finger. "You have your own agenda so there won't be any emotional entanglements. You're intelligent and beautiful so it's plausible that I'd date you. You're clever enough to pull this whole thing off. And you're a very public example of a muggle-born because of your association with Harry Potter. This would make the papers."
He thought she was beautiful. She could feel her face heat up and mentally prayed that she wasn't blushing too much. No one had ever called her beautiful. Well except her mother, which sooo didn't count.
"You can't date other girls; the rampant sex has to stop. I won't be embarrassed by you cheating on me."
"Done. You can never tell anyone why you dated me, even when it's over and done with. Including Harry Potter and the Weasel."
"Fine, no crude talks about me to your friends. You won't tell people you slept with me or brag about my bra size or anything else embarrassing."
"You don't want people to think we slept together?"
She bit her lip and thought about it. Part of her problem was that people thought she was a prude. "Maybe, I'll think about it. But I won't have you blabbing details to all the Slytherins or something like that."
"Fine. You'll need to attend some Slytherin events, sit a few times at my table, and we should probably start sitting together in classes too."
"I'm not going to do all of that. You can sit with the Gryffindors."
"We'll divide it up. And I'll make the first overture, today; at dinner."
"What kind of overture?"
"I'll just come by at dinner and ask you to walk with me or something. You can put up a token fuss, which will be expected, but then you will get up and come with me. Nothing overly outrageous to start with."
"Fine, we'll work out the details as we go. I reserve the right to call the whole thing off at any time, for any reason. However, the details will remain between us. I definitely don't want this to get out." Hermione held out her hand to shake.
"Deal." Concurred Malfoy, shaking her hand firmly.
Hermione was increasingly nervous at dinner. She had to restrain herself from glancing over at the Slytherin table. Harry was on one side; he was in one of his brooding moods and didn't have much to say. Ginny was on the other side, deep in conversation with her friends. There was nowhere for her to look except in front of her, where Ron Weasley sat with Padma Patil. He kept running his hand over her thigh, it was terribly obvious, and they kept sharing bites of their food with each other. Why didn't they ever eat at the Ravenclaw table? She mostly kept her eyes on her plate.
It was a relief when Ginny leaned over to say something to her, even if her words only riled up the nervousness in her stomach. "Draco Malfoy is staring at you."
Hermione turned sharply, glancing over her shoulder, not surprised to find grey eyes leveled on her. "Don't be ridiculous." She said turning back. "He's staring at someone else I'm sure."
"No, he is staring at you. He has been since you walked in." Hermione shrugged and suppressed a smile. It looked like Malfoy was going to make good on his deal and was smart enough to lay down at least some groundwork before approaching her table, which took some balls. Slytherins weren't exactly welcome. Even though she was the one being approached, she had agreed to leave with him which was going to cause some serious uproar at her table.
Harry leaned over and murmured that he had detention with Snape before leaving her to finish her last biscuit. He had no sooner disappeared behind the swinging door when the hall went suddenly deathly silent. It was so quiet that she could hear his boot heels as he approached her table. He slid into Harry's spot, coming into her line of vision, straddling the bench seat, his body turned towards hers. Just as casual as if he sat at the Gryffindor table every day. She snuck a glance at the staff table and was amused to find Snape's mouth literally hanging open.
"Hey Gorgeous. What are you doing after dinner?"
Okay, laying it on way too thick. She peeked at Ron, saw his face getting redder and glanced away, finding herself looking at Malfoy instead. "Uhm, I have some studying to do. Professor McGonagall assigned a very in depth essay and I have some charms work to finish up…"
"Oh that's no fun, come fly with me."
Fly? Everyone knew she didn't fly.
"Uhm, Draco…" Okay that sounded weird coming off her tongue. "I really have a lot I need to get done tonight."
She jumped and squeaked when he placed one warm hand possessively at her waist and leaned in closer to her. She had to fight every instinct she had not to lean away, slap his hand, squeal like a, like a, well like a girl.
"Oh, come on. We both know you're ages ahead in class. What are a couple hours?" His breath was warm on her cheek and she knew she was blushing a sunset. "Come fly with me."
Hermione leapt to her feet just to get away from his disturbing touch. He got to his feet much more slowly, giving her a slow sultry smile that ought to be illegal and certainly had never been leveled in her direction. "After you," he gestured like he was some kind of gentleman and she rushed from the hall. Really her exit was less than graceful but it was all that she could manage not to run.
He caught up with her quickly, lengthening his long stride so he wouldn't have to run. He even managed to get to the door in enough time to open it for her without seeming to rush at all. The hall was blessedly empty but she kept her voice low anyway, even though she was certain no one could hear over the buzz of conversation that sparked up in the hall the minute the door closed. "Gorgeous? You've got to be kidding."
"Hermione sounds weird; I have to call you something."
"Well think of something else." She hissed. "And Flying? Everyone knows I don't fly. I don't even fly with Harry or Ron."
"I know! That's what makes it so delicious. You should have seen the look on Weasleys' face when you got up. I thought he was going to vomit slugs again." He turned down a corridor and she followed just so she could continue with their argument, though the smart thing would be to go straight to her dormitory. "Granger, we've really got to work on your acting ability. You can't act all skittish like that when I touch you or no one will ever buy this."
He turned again and she had to hurry to keep up with his long ass legs.
"Malfoy, slow down!" She panted.
"Draco."
"Yeah, whatever. We agreed no groping."
He stopped suddenly, head swiveling like a raven to look at her.
"Obviously, you've never been groped."
He started walking again, his stride notably shortened. "Some casual touching is going to be necessary."
She snorted. Even though he was right. But still, having him touch her like that in front of her friends was, to say the least, unsettling.
"We will have to practice."
What! Her earlier assumption was correct. Malfoy had completely lost his mind.
She was just about to tell him so when he pushed open two double doors and walked out on the Quidditch pitch. She hadn't even realized one could get to the pitch from the castle. "Malfoy, just what are we doing out here?"
"Draco." He corrected, pulling out his wand and holding his arm out. "Accio Broom."
"Make no mistake about it Malfoy; there is no way in hell that I'm climbing on a broomstick with you of all people."
His broom flew neatly into his palm and he turned, stalking towards her. "It's Draco. If we are going to make this work, then there can't be inconsistencies in what we say and do. You never know who is watching. So, you call me Draco, I'll call you Hermione, and we do what we say we are going to do. Get your uptight Gryffindor ass on the broom."
"No" She said mutinously, fear boiling up in her middle. There were few things that she feared and flying was one of them.
"Hermione." He hissed, emphasizing her name, his face twisted into his trademark sneer. "I would be willing to bet the Malfoy fortunes that as we speak people are finding excuses to make their way down to the pitch." He straddled the broom and she hesitantly made her way towards him.
"I've never ridden with anyone." She admitted. "How do I sit?"
His features evened out and he gestured to his broom. "You can sit facing out, like you're riding sidesaddle, you can sit facing forward and hold onto the grip, or you can face me."
"Which way is safest?"
"You'll probably be sturdiest if you face me and hold on around my waist. Any way you sit you'll be safe, I promise not to let you fall."
"You fly like a maniac."
"That's Quiddich, I'll fly safe as a magic carpet, promise."
She took a deep breath and slid one leg over the broomstick. She had to pull her robes up slightly to keep from getting tangled. She balanced her bum on the stick but didn't know what to do with her hands. He took her arms and wrapped them around his waist. She blushed at being so close to him but he was all business, scooting forward slightly. "Cross your ankles, and lay your head down so I can see."
She lay her head down lightly on his shoulder, and kept her hands light on his sides, but she gripped the broomstick between her thighs as tight as she could. She squeezed her eyes shut and chanted in her head over and over. He won't let me fall, it's just a broomstick. His arms came around her to grip the stick and she took a deep shuddering breath. He smelled nice, woodsy and clean. She concentrated on the feel of smooth muscles bunching under her hands, the nice way he smelled, the warmth of his skin under her cheek. Anything but flying on a twig a hundred feet in the air.
When he pushed off the ground into the air she screamed, literally squealed, and grabbed onto him as tight as she could. She buried her head in the crook of his throat and took deep shuddering breaths trying to calm herself down. But she could feel the rush of the air around her and knew they were nowhere close to the ground. She opened her eyes, just a slit and looked down at the pitch below her. She screamed again, clamping her eyes shut and clutching Malfoy like the lifeline he was.
She jumped in her seat, about upsetting the broom, when she felt one soothing hand run down her back. "Relax Granger." He said, "No wonder you can't fly, you can't even open your eyes. I was right too; I can make out Creevy, Zabini, a couple of fourth years, and the she-weasel in the stands. Nosy buggers."
"Just get me out of here, so you can land this thing." She begged against his throat.
She felt the broom tilt, turning and let out a very undignified whimper. "It's not so scary if you open your eyes. The worst part is the not knowing." He said even as his body leaned forward, causing the broom to speed up. Oh God Oh God! He won't crash. If I fall I'm taking him with me. The wind was rushing by her, making it impossible to pretend they were only hovering. They didn't fly far before she felt him slowing and tried to get her panicked breathing under control.
"Open up, Granger, look." Something in her tone made her open her eyes and she gasped. It was the lake, lit up in hues of gold and red as the sun sank down in a ball of fire. It was beautiful, it was breathtaking. She couldn't breathe. She realized they were sinking and felt a pang of regret. How bizarre was that?
They touched down lightly and Hermione scrambled off the broom with undue haste, as if it would shoot off again if she stayed on it for a moment longer. She stood on unsteady limbs as she looked over the sunset safely from the ground. How sad, it just wasn't the same. "Admit it Granger, it wasn't so awful and terrifying."
"It's Hermione." She corrected absently, turning and walking back towards the castle.
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