Author's Note: So this is a short oneshot. If some people want, I can write a fic with the story leading up to these events. Hope you like! I love jealous Draco. He's my favourite. Hope you like him too! Review please!
Disclaimer: Classic disclaimer, JK Rowling owns all.
Mine
Draco was fuming. His ears were pink with frustration. His normally perfect posture and table manners were thrown aside at the moment. His back was hunched over, a knife in his right fist, eyes ablaze. He looked feral. Blaise, sitting to his right, noticed the animalistic look on his best friend's face.
"You alright mate? You look like you're ready to kill someone."
"He's touching her." Of course. Blaise should have known. He looked over to the Gryffindor table. There she was. The object of his blonde friend's affection. Well, his obsession. After having been forced to be prefects together and countless nights of rounds around the castle, the Slytherin Prince and Gryffindor Princess became close. A little too close. Only two people knew of their newfound friendship that had no labels. Blaise and Ginny.
"It's ok Draco, he's just laughing with her. Look, she pushed him away." Blaise was used to this kind of behaviour. Although he appeared cool and collected most of the time, Draco was hot headed when it came to Hermione. Something about her brought the fire out in him.
These small outbursts were becoming commonplace. Especially with the Weasel. He always had his hands on her, despite having his own girlfriend. Always trying to touch her, put his arm around her, and tease her. Draco was angry that he couldn't do that himself, and that the red head could do all of that. It wasn't fair! She was his!
His anger got the better of him when he saw Weasley put his hand under the table and Hermione's eyes grow wide and she whispered something to Ron and pushed him away slightly, obviously trying to not make a scene. No. He couldn't take that. He stood up and before Blaise could react, marched over to the Gryffindor table.
"OI! Weasel! Get your bloody hands off her!" The whole of the Great Hall was quiet now. Hermione looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole and hide there for the rest of her days. Ginny simply looked amused and Harry looked confused. But Ron, oh Ron, he looked like he was ready to burst. His face flamed up to a colour not too far from the colour of his hair.
"What's it to you, ferret", he spat, "I can do whatever the bloody hell I want to do". The second he said that, he knew he would regret it.
"Excuse me, Ronald? No you cannot! I told you three times tonight to stop touching me!" Hermione tried to whisper, but everyone could still hear.
"Keep your bloody hands to yourself and OFF what is mine!" Slip of the tongue, but the look on Ron's face was worth it. Draco couldn't help but smirk a satisfied smirk, the best kind of smirk. Hermione's eyes widened and her cheeks blushed. Ron looked to her, then back at Malfoy, and back to her, getting all the confirmation he needed.
Ron stormed out of the Great Hall, while Draco took no time getting himself next to Hermione and kissing her so passionately, that the first years couldn't help but blush.
"She's mine, understood?" Draco warned.