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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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To say Draco Malfoy was shocked would be an understatement. He stared after Granger long after she was gone from his view, a bemused expression on his face. His intention had been to infuriate Weasley and frighten Granger. His plan had of course worked beautifully. He had managed to bully the girl into flying with him and had no doubt that Weasley was gnashing his teeth, furious. Everyone knew that Granger had absolutely refused to sit a broomstick since first year flying lessons. The fact that she had trusted him to take her up and not Potter or Weasley would be all over the school like wildfire. That fact alone would lend credence to this whole plan in a way that no other event, including snogging in the great hall, could.
What he hadn't expected was for it to feel so…. nice. Her wrapped around him like a ribbon, her soft feminine curves pressed against him. Her hot breath on his neck, her soft whimpers echoing in his ears. Even now he could still smell her. A soft lavender womanly scent that was clinging to his robes. The experience had been unbelievably sensual.
Somehow, he didn't want her to walk away from this incident terrified. When he had seen the spectacular sunset he had wanted to share it with her. He had coaxed her to look with his most soothing voice and her face had been filled with wonder, her body relaxing against his. He hadn't missed the small pout of disappointment when he had lowered his broom to the ground as gently as possible.
He shook his head, hardening his features. What the hell was he doing? Standing here mooning over a girl when there were plans to make. It was a delicate undertaking, making this whole plan airtight and believable. He didn't doubt that the uptight little Gryffindor could keep her mouth shut. But her acting abilities needed definite work.
She had jumped like a startled doe when he had touched her just lightly. Anyone with half a brain could see that jumping out of her seat was more eagerness to get away from him than enthusiasm about flying. He hadn't planned to do a lot of public touching; everyone knew he wasn't a touchy-feely kind of guy. But there would need to be some, touching, people who were dating touched. She would need to lean into him, perhaps touch him back. Smile up at him like she was in love.
Nothing tawdry or lewd. Sucking face in the great hall would not be believable. It was the subtle stuff that people tended to believe. The gossip hounds would be dismantling every single caress and look shared. She definitely needed practice. He'd have to just set her down somewhere and touch her until she became accustomed to it.
He also needed to plan his next move. He didn't want to be too outrageous. Maybe studying in the library. They could sit real close together, share a book, whisper together about Arithmancy. And when Weasley and Potter inevitably showed up it would be delicious.
He decided to walk back, clear his head. It wasn't too long before he heard whispering and ducked behind a large oak. It was only a couple of dorky third years.
"I'm sure they came this way." The first whispered as they tried to pick stealthily by.
"We aren't going to find them."
"We need to see what they are up to, if we find them kissing…"
"No one would believe us anyway, we are talking about The Draco Malfoy and The Hermione Granger."
"I know…" The first girl's voice turned dreamy. "Isn't it romantic, like Romeo and Juliet?"
"Romeo and Juliet died." Snapped the second girl, as they moved out of earshot and Draco was grinning like an idiot when he stepped out from behind the tree. He had no idea who Juliet was but it was definitely going to be easier to convince people than he had thought. Still he couldn't get ahead of himself; they were just a couple of third year girls. This reality grounded thought did not detract from the bounce in his step as he made his way back to the castle. This was turning out to be even more fun than he had thought it would be.
Hermione's thoughts were far from kind as she stomped along, up the stairs. Praying there that she ran into no one. She definitely did not want to see anyone until she had a few minutes to think this through. This whole thing was completely ludicrous. She definitely needed to call it off. She didn't know what she had been thinking but spending extra time with Malfoy was bound to do more damage to her than it would Ron anyway.
Flying. The nerve of him.
But the Gods were not kind today, the minute she entered the common room she was almost assaulted by Parvati and Ginny.
"Hermione, did you really go flying with Draco Malfoy?"
"That is so romantic; I don't think he's ever asked anyone to fly with him."
"How long have you two been going out?"
"How come you never told me?"
She extracted her arm from Parvarti and let out a sigh. Her horrid little brain supplying her with nasty little thoughts that compared Parvati to her sister and found her to be much prettier than Padma. And nicer too. She knew she was being ridiculous and jealous and was just glad that she didn't open her mouth and spew such hatefulness. "Honestly Parvati, it was one little trip on a broomstick. I'm hardly going out with him."
"But you did go fly with him." Ron Weasley's voice cut through the girly chatter around her like a knife. The group fell silent as everyone waited to see the fallout. Hermione lifted her chin and felt her spine stiffen resolutely. I mean really, where did he get off speaking to her in that tone?
"Yes Ron, I did fly with him. Where is Harry?"
"Don't change the subject!" He roared advancing on her in a rather alarming way, his face as bright red as his hair. "What the hell were you doing zooming around on broomstick with Malfoy? What were you doing anywhere near Malfoy? Calling him Draco and batting your long eyelashes like one of his Quiddich whores!"
Hermione opened her mouth to reply, but Harry beat her to it, apparently, he had been out of her line of vision. "Now wait just a minute Ron. You can be as mad as you want but you can't talk about Mione' like that!"
Ron held out a trembling, accusing finger. "She is fraternizing with the enemy!"
"But she's no whore." Harry replied quietly. "And she's not stupid either. I won't have you talking to her that way. I'm sure Hermione knows what she's doing."
Ron gaped like a fish and Hermione resisted the urge to reach out and hug Harry. He was such a good friend. "You, you…" He shuddered, turning away from them and shaking his head. "I can't believe you are siding with her on this. It's DRACO MALFOY. Ferret boy, death eater in training…"
Harry stepped forward, taking Ron's arm and leaning in to talk to him quietly. Hermione turned away to give them privacy and smiled nervously at the spectators standing around the room. Everyone looked away. She could hear the fierce whispering, occasionally a word getting through.
"Be reasonable."
"Malfoy!"
"She's your friend Ron."
Hermione would rather be boiled in squid ink than admit it but Malfoy was right. It did feel good to get such a reaction from Ron. She had to watch him every day flirt and kiss and canoodle with his new girlfriend. She went on one little broom ride and he lost his mind. She felt like she was on firm higher ground for the first time in two weeks. Yes, she was jealous, but at least she wasn't the one screaming in the common room about it.
Finally, he pulled away from Harry angrily and stomped over to where she was standing.
"I don't understand why you are so upset Ron, you are acting like a jealous ass." She tried to keep the smugness out of her voice. She really did.
"Jealous! I'm so not jealous. I'm your friend and I don't want you making a big mistake." He snarled in a very unfriendly way.
"My friend, you haven't acted like my friend since we broke up!" Her voice rose alarmingly and felt her composure eroding quickly.
"Well if you weren't being such an incredible Bitch about it!"
"Ron!"
"Enough!" Harry roared. He spun to Hermione. "Go sit down, you and I need to talk." He spun on Ron. "You have done enough to split this friendship up! You've been an incredible ass for days and now you need to go chill out somewhere before you say something that's unforgivable!" Ron opened his mouth to say something more and Harry's features softened, along with his voice. "Go upstairs. I'll talk to Mione' and be up. We'll play chess, hash it out."
For a moment, Ron looked as though he would protest. But he bit out a sour "fine" and stomped up the stairs. Harry scowled around the room and suddenly there was a flurry of activity as spectators suddenly found something else to do. When the room had sufficiently cleared, Harry came and sat down on one of the big squashy armchairs. Gesturing for her to take another. "You do know what you're doing don't you?"
Harry gave one of those little self-depreciating smiles that she loved, looking up at her through his messy hair, green eyes glinting. She took a seat next to him, smiling softly. "It's not as bad as everyone is making it out to be. Malfoy wants to be friends with me. It's not likely that anyone else is going to be head boy next year, and you know how big I am on inter-house relations."
"Malfoy's dangerous Hermione. Just keep that in mind."
"Oh please, he's harmless Harry. He's been fighting with his father; he isn't getting along with some of his friends. I think he's a bit lonely." Hermione avoided his eyes, knowing he would be able to see the lies in them. She felt like the lowest scum, lying to Harry.
"Lonely? Solitary creatures don't get lonely Mione'"
"Thanks for sticking up for me Harry, It means a lot."
He sat back, a smile on his lips. "Well of course. Ron was out of line. But he does have a bit of a point Hermione. I'm not dense enough to think that you can't take care of yourself, but you're a bit like Hagrid sometimes. Taking pity on those who don't deserve it. Dragon's don't make good pets."
Hermione managed to sneak upstairs when her bedmates weren't watching and fell exhausted onto her bed. She really ought to study but really she just wanted to sleep. She curled up around her pillow, burrowing down in the blankets. Who would have thought that Draco Malfoy would smell so nice? Her eyes drifted shut. The feel of one strong hand traveling soothingly down her back, his honey smooth voice in her ear. The sunset had been so pretty. Maybe she should try flying again. There were better ways to travel, apparition, floo powder, airplanes. But it sure was pretty up there and not so bad when you had someone to hold onto.
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