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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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Disappearing sounded like a fantastic idea right about now.
Hermione stomped harshly on this cowardly thought and held her head high. Malfoy might have melted away into the oblivion while she was putting on her robe earlier, but that didn't mean that hiding was the best way of dealing with the situation. It was taking his advice that had landed her in this God-awful situation to begin with. It was time that she started using all that esteemed Gryffindor courage. But really, would it be so awful to miss a meal? She'd missed meals before, during marathon study sessions. But she knew that when it came right down to it everybody would know that she was ducking because of Malfoy.
She had justified hiding in the girls' bathroom for most of the afternoon, under the pretense of espionage, but dinner would have to be faced. Besides it wasn't like she hadn't heard her name over and over again while she huddled in a stall. Rampant disbelief and shocked astonishment were the most common reactions. She had had to bite her lip to keep from squawking indignantly at the few people who said they saw it coming all along. She had learned plenty about what people thought of her that's for sure, and definitely had confirmed that EVERYONE knew about that afternoon…which had been her original intention when she had closed herself off in there. The overwhelming response to people knowing however is what kept her there for several hours.
She steeled her backbone and pushed through the big double doors to the banquet hall.
Hermione immediately wished that she had come earlier so that her entrance wouldn't be so obvious. She halted in her hurried steps for a moment as sound in the room almost ceased and hundreds of avid faces swung in her direction. She refused to duck her head and look at the floor, she had outgrown that unbearable shyness. She refused to give them the satisfaction. And if she hurried a bit? Well she was hungry and really, who could blame her! As if they had nothing better to do than stare at her. Nosy busybodies. It wasn't like half of those girls hadn't snogged Draco Malfoy too.
Draco turned in his seat; feet sprawled out in front of him, and watched her walk the plank with a smirk in place. Arrogant bastard. She shot him a murderous glare, which only seemed to increase his glee, and practically dove into her seat between Harry and Ron. Lord, it was like some cheesy teenage movie. The moment she took her seat conversation sprung up at all the tables around her, and despite the whispered tones she still heard her name over and over.
Once, yesterday in fact, she would have found comfort here. Among her own. But at the Gryffindor table there was stony silence. She began to fill her plate, almost haltingly. Silence at her table was unheard of. Harry and Ron on either side of her usually felt safe, gave her strength and courage, but now it seemed like she was being closed in on from all sides. Just when she was considering fleeing from the table without eating Harry dropped an arm over her shoulder and gave it an affectionate squeeze. "Have some of these lemon bars, Mione, they are really good."
The spell was broken just like that. Conversation sprung up, people began to eat, and no one stared at her. She gave Harry a grateful smile and took a bite of a lemon bar. Granted it was obvious that no one was talking about her and that they wanted to, but she preferred it that way.
"We still have to talk Hermione." Harry whispered in her ear, but the dreaded declaration wasn't nearly as hard to swallow as she had feared.
"I know."
Draco Malfoy scowled at his friends who were twittering and tried to concentrate on his food. Slytherin's did not twitter. What was with these brainless loons? Did Dumbledore change their colors to poncey Gold and Scarlet? Really, the aftermath of his liaison with Granger was not at all what he had expected. Instead of sly speculative looks and pats on his back he was getting...giggles. It was just beyond disturbing. He felt like standing up and shouting that he refused to be affiliated with a house that giggled and excusing himself from the table.
If he overheard one more person telling another person that they had seen it coming all along he was going to rip out their tongue.
Uppity chit didn't even give him a second glance when she walked past him. Who did she think that she was? Ignoring him! He was a Malfoy, the Malfoy heir. Her boyfriend. Despite his best intentions he let his gaze drift over in their direction. He had to control his features and bite his tongue to keep from snarling in rage. Potter had draped his spindly little arm over her and was whispering intimately into her ear. The little flirt was leaning in, smiling softly. Now why the hell couldn't she do that with him? Everyone would believe this little charade in a heartbeat if she would just look up at him with those doe eyes the way she was looking at Potter.
He wasn't in this on his own and he wasn't going to let that stuck up prissy little Gryffindor make him look like some pathetic love struck nancy boy chasing after the golden girl. She was going to have to give a little back.
Giving him filthy looks and flouncing over to her table to cuddle with someone else was not appropriate. She was just a little too secure in her position. After all he hadn't declared undying love or anything messy like that. He'd just been caught pawing her in a dark corner of the castle. Nothing he couldn't recover from. If she didn't start upholding her end of the bargain he would spin this in a bad way for her. It would be really easy to just blow her off as another conquest and find himself another muggle-born witch to woo.
If Potter didn't get his hands off of her in the next five seconds he was going to snap his fingers like twigs.
Hermione knew it was just her imagination but she could practically feel Malfoy boring a hole in her skull with his glare. She shifted away from Harry so she could hazard a glance from the corner of her eye. She quickly darted her eyes forward, half expecting her breath to come out in white puffs. The look he had given her was so cold that she ought to have felt an artic breeze slamming up against her.
What was his problem? He was the one who disappeared on her today. Leaving her with a stomach full of butterflies, a head full of questions, and a lions' den to face alone. She pushed her heavy hair over her shoulder and casually turned her head enough to watch him go back to ignoring her. Arrogant Berk. She couldn't believe she had to face Harry and the entire Gryffindor house for him and he didn't even deign to so much as acknowledge her staring.
Dinner was like chewing on sawdust, tasteless, joyless and got stuck in her throat. As the minutes ticked by and the moment came when she would have to go back to the Gryffindor common room her stomach wound itself up tighter and tighter. She couldn't quit eating because that would mean it was time. At last she laid down her fork and snorted with amusement at the clatter of silverware hitting the table. Apparently people waiting on the edge of their seat for her to finish hadn't been her imagination.
Cool, Calm, Collected. She was Hermione Granger and she could handle anything.
Things pretty much went as expected.
Harry's genuine concern for her broke her heart, but she was getting just a little annoyed with his high handedness. She wasn't an idiot. She knew Malfoy just as well as any of them, it wasn't like she was blinded by his flirting or something.
Ron's seething and shouting reminded her painfully of when they had been going out. The satisfaction she had expected at having him throw a jealous fit was not to be minimized but dealing with the rest of her house was making her seriously question whether it was worth it.
When she insisted that she was tired and went to bed, she was bombarded by a dozen girls waiting in her room. Really, Ginny should be ashamed! Didn't the girl know that Malfoy was an evil manipulative bastard, whose father had tried to murder her, and was in no way shape or form attractive?
Lucky for her the girls in her house knew that she was fairly inexperienced as far as boys went. So her blushing, and stammering, and inability to provide coherent details was chalked up to good old fashioned shyness. At least she hoped it was. The curiosity she could live with on some level and after a few questions she began to gather her footing and respond with more of a "none of your business" attitude. These girls knew she was not the Chatty Kathy who's your girlfriend type. She had certainly never been invited to any of the girly, pink bunny slipper, makeover, and gossip parties held in the commons area. Nor had she any desire to be invited. And one heated snog with the gossip king was not going to transfer such a desire via osmosis.
It was the pity that got her righteous knickers in a twist. These girls actually felt sorry for her. They believed that Malfoy was taking advantage of her, using her, and that she was too naïve to see it. Had these girls really attended several years of boarding school with her? Didn't they know her at all? No one got anything over on her, duped her, or took advantage of her. She was not tender from her break-up. She was not overwhelmed by Malfoy's masculinity. And she sure as hell was not in over her head.
Malfoy was definitely going to have to step up and fulfill the adoration clause in their agreement. Otherwise her reputation would be in tatters. Mangle her heart all you wanted, but these boys were messing with her reputation. Between Ron and Malfoy she was now a brainless, boy chasing twit, who didn't have a clue what was best for her. He had better make this right or she would curse him so badly his grandchildren would be cross-eyed.
It gave Draco great satisfaction to let Hermione stew in her juices all night. He had Quiddich practice and then took off on his broom. He deliberately didn't tell anyone where he was going. His housemates wouldn't know where Granger had gotten off to and perhaps they would think they were off canoodling somewhere. No one had the nerve to outright ask him. At the very least his reputation as a Malfoy afforded him some luxuries. He didn't have to put up with a barrage of questions from his housemates. Even Pansy shied away when he snapped at her to mind her own ruddy business.
He made a point of being late to breakfast so she couldn't ambush him in the halls. A happy little tune was playing in his head. He didn't know what had been wrong with him the last few days. Getting all short of breath and moony eyed over a girl. A long hard flight and a good night's sleep had cleared his mind. He was back on even footing and ready to plan and scheme. Granger should be all wound up, his father should have gotten the news, and someone had anonymously let slip to the Prophet that the Malfoy heir had chosen a bride. He of course wouldn't confirm that story but he expected it to be splashed across the front page tomorrow anyway. He hoped they used the recent photo's he had provided with his anonymous letter and not one of those hideous buck toothed pictures from Grangers unfortunate ugly duckling days.
Everything was falling together nicely.
She was waiting for him at the doors to the great hall.
Seeing her again was like a kick in the gut. She had her head down, fiddling with something on her wrist, a bracelet. One slender foot was up on its toes, twisting. Her hair hid most of her face, coffee colored curls brushing the tops of her breasts. He stopped a good ways away and sucked in a breath. When had it gotten so hard to breathe? She was no supermodel. No flashy clothes, artful makeup, or perfectly manicured nails for Hermione Granger. But she was beautiful. Classic in a way very few girls could claim. She was stunning without trying and somehow that made her dead sexy.
The sexiest thing about her was that she had absolutely no idea how damn pretty she was. Okay, take a breath Malfoy. This wasn't that unnatural. She was someone he had recently had a very pleasant snog with. Any normal boy his age would be feeling…something. He slapped his best snooty smirk on his face and marched up to her. She realized he was coming and her pretty eyes got so big around that he fancied he could see his reflection in them.
But she stood her ground in classic Granger style and tipped her head back to retain eye contact.
"Where have you been? I've scoured the castle looking for you."
"I'm not one of your Gryffindor lapdogs. I was busy." He tried to put as much disdain as he could muster into his voice and hoped it didn't sound as hoarse as he felt. His gaze wondered to the hem of her skirt, his traitorous mind flashing back to creamy thighs wide open for him, grinding hips, his hand pushing her skirt up further. He blinked and gave her his best glare for distracting him. She glared back, hands coming up on her hips. Putting him back on familiar ground. He was well used to her eyes spitting fire at him.
"Malfoy," She hissed angrily, "I sure hope your next step in your grand scheme is all planned out. Because so far this whole thing is not working out for me. Ron thinks I'm a pathetic moron!"
"It's Draco, Hermione." He whispered taking a step into her personal space. She was the one who was supposed to be unbalanced. He was supposed to be in control. But he just kept replaying that scene of her in his arms over and over. She smelled good. He wanted to push her. He wanted to unbalance her as much as she unbalanced him. He wanted her lips to part, her breath to come quick. He wanted her to shake when he touched her. "It's too late to back out now sweetheart."
"I told you not to call me that, Draco." His name was falsely sweet on her tongue. Syrupy. "You've gotten your overnight fame now it's your turn to uphold your end of the bargain."
"Exactly, I've got what I want. I don't see any reason to be all that concerned over what you wanted." He took another step closer to her and she retreated by taking a step back. Her foot hit the door and she jumped a bit, startled to find it there. "We're not exactly friends."
"I'll tell you why, you overgrown rodent." She hissed, her finger coming up to poke him in a threatening manner. Her breath smelled like peppermint and was coming nice and fast now. "Because I'm not one of those brainless twits you usually date. I'll make you rue the day your mother laid eyes on your smarmy father. You do not want to cross me."
She was good at making a threat. Her voice screamed conviction. He didn't doubt for one minute that she would hack him into pieces, wear his guts for garters and mail his mother his spleen. It was dead sexy.
"Good plan…Hermione, after I spurn you and you bleed me dry everyone will talk about Black Widow Granger. Couldn't keep her man but she could get revenge."
Her cute little hands curled into fists and she started to shake with anger. "If you think for one moment I would stoop to killing you, you are sadly mistaken. I want you to live a good long time. I want to make sure you have years and years to suffer." She gave him a small shove. "Get out of my way vermin."
"If I'm vermin then why do you like to kiss me so much?" He didn't know what made him say it; it was only a guess, and he liked to always be sure. Her eyes got even bigger and her lips parted on a silent indignant gasp. Something about her soft lips so close to his had him bending his head and taking advantage of her. She pressed her hands against his chest hard and tried to turn her head but he was having none of it.
He pushed back until she was firmly up against the door and gathered a handful of hair so he could hold her still. She bit his lip and he tasted blood so he ruthlessly took advantage of her open mouth to get his tongue inside. She let out a low sound that might have been a moan. And she tasted so fucking good. He rocked his body up against her so she couldn't bring her knee up but she managed to get her hand up to his nipple and gave it a vicious twist. Minx.
He let her go long enough to get her hands over her head and pinned to the wall. She was strong for a girl and she struggled. But it was all for show. This time when he kissed her, she kissed him back. It wasn't too long before she softened against him. He let go of her hands so he could bury his in her hair and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders with a sigh. Yeah, she could deny it all she wanted. She liked kissing him.
He felt like he was drowning and he didn't mind. He was desperate to touch her everywhere. To explore every dip and hollow. To kiss her till she passed out from lack of air. His head was spinning, and his tongue was alive with the taste of her. Her scent surrounded him and nothing in the world existed except this girl. This perfect woman in his arms.
Her sighs and moans and lips and tongue. Her soft breasts pressed up against him. He shoved one thigh between hers so he could rub up against her just right and she twisted against him desperate for the friction.
He didn't want to let her go.
That thought intruded like a glass of ice water to the face.
He pulled back from her as suddenly as he had pulled her to him in the first place. She followed him, holding onto him for support and gasping for breath. She was every bit as breathless and unbalanced as he had wanted her to be.
"Are you out of your mind?"
"I wanted you to look freshly kissed when you went to breakfast." This seemed to snap her out of her passion induced daze and she jerked away from him, smoothing her hair away from her face as best he could.
He wanted to kiss her again. He wanted it so bad that he had to take a step back from her to curb the impulse.
He was definitely out of his fucking mind.
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