Plot: Draco is wildly jealous of his girlfriend's relationship with her best friend. Will jealousy destroy them, or bring them together?

Notes: This one is short and sweet to cleanse my palette from the dark three-parter and my recent return to work on The Marriage Bond. Thanks for all the requests that have come in from the beginning, I have my eye on a few of them.

Request:

This is a request by jodileighcullen. I have included it at the end to avoid spoilers.

Disclaimers:

M for sexual scenes and other adult themes. I don't own HP or profit from my fics.

Just Jealous

"And yes, I'll admit, I am jealous. I'm jealous of every minute you spend with him, of every concerned expression you send his way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip him to pieces and purge him from your mind and from your heart. But I can't." – Colleen Houck

They were at it again, huddled in the corner of the pub, speaking in hushed tones, like always.

He was tired of it. He was tired of having to share her attentions, with Potter of all people. Perfect Potter. The boy who lived and saved the world from the Dark Lord. Universally loved.

He wasn't that special, Draco thought darkly. It was his mother who gave him all that magic anyway. Sure, he had been brave and fought hard. But other people in his situation probably would have acted just the same. He was overrated.

But she loved him. His witch, so clearly, loved him.

Not in the romantic sense of the word, but in a way, that was almost worse. They were soulmates.

Hermione and Harry had been to hell and back together. She was close to Ron in a similar way, but it wasn't quite the comparable. There wasn't the same, uncomfortable intensity to it.

From what she had said, he pinpointed it to the time they spent hunting Horcruxes together – back when Weasley, the idiot, threw a hissy fit and ran off. That's when their bond was truly set in stone.

Gods, he hated Weasley for that.

"Frustrating, isn't it?" asked a familiar female voice. Ginny Weasley, or Potter as she was now known, had sat down at his table, uninvited. She took a sip of her drink and gestured towards Harry and Hermione, still caught up in whatever they were talking about.

He hated it. He hated that she shared all of her secrets with Harry, usually before she even shared them with him. That's not how it was meant to go. His witch was meant to confide in him above all others – not in addition to.

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Draco nonchalantly. He didn't fancy confiding in the likes of Ginny about his issues with her husband and her best friend.

"Come off it Malfoy," she scoffed, "You're clearly seething about their little love fest over there," said Ginny, taking a sip of her wine.

Draco looked at her curiously. He had never heard her speak so negatively of Harry or Hermione. She had his interest now. Tearing his gaze from his girlfriend and her best friend, he turned his attention to the red-head in the seat across from him.

"That's no way to talk about your husband," he said, tut-tutting, "Then again, the Weasley's were notoriously poorly raised," he said, staring down his nose at her.

Ginny looked at him with a hard expression. "Says the man raised by Death Eaters and murderers," she said sweetly.

Draco smirked. He liked a witch who could challenge him. Why the fuck else would he be dating Hermione Granger?

He decided then and there that he liked Ginny. She was a good sort. Unafraid of him. Honest about what she was thinking. He wanted to know what she thought about the bond between Granger and her husband.

"What do you think of them?" he asked, gesturing in their general direction.

"On a certain level, I understand. I am not worried that there is anything romantic there… although there was a time where I was. But, it's unnerving. When your lover, your most trusted confidant… confides more in someone else. Has a soul connection with someone else... Especially a beautiful woman," she said thoughtfully, "or, in your case," she added, "the most famous living wizard."

Draco nodded, draining his glass. That was exactly it.

"Do you think you will be able to stand it?" asked Ginny.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"The jealousy. Can you manage it, or will you leave her?" asked Ginny.

"You make it seem as though there are only two options. Manage it or leave," said Draco, looking absentmindedly in Hermione's direction again. She was laughing into her glass as Harry whispered something in her ear.

"That's because there are. She won't give him up for you Malfoy. Just as he wouldn't give her up for me," she said calmly, finishing her drink.

"You're probably right," he conceded.

"Besides… we would be selfish to ask it of them," she said, glancing at her husband.

"They're best friends. They sacrificed a lot for us. Hermione with her parents' memories. Harry… his family, his own life at one point…" she mused.

Draco felt a twinge of conscience then. They had both sacrificed tremendously in the fight against the Dark Lord, the psychopath he once aided. Was he wrong to think such terrible thoughts about their friendship? To wish Potter would disappear from her life? In a way, he was her only family now.

Draco stared into his empty glass with some guilt.

"I've got faith in you Malfoy, for no other reason then that you're smart," said Ginny knowingly.

"Elaborate," said Malfoy, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

"I only mean to say, that I think you're smart enough to know a good thing when you have it. There's only one witch like her," she said, pointing to Hermione, "and believe me when I say, you won't do better."

Draco snorted and stood to go to the bar.

Ginny, who had assumed their conversation was over, looked shocked when Draco turned and asked her what she would like to drink courteously.

"A red wine, please," she replied, furrowing her brow in confusion.

"Coming right up, Mrs Potter," he said politely, flourishing his robes slightly as he turned to go to the bar for them.

Ginny broke out in a mild blush. It had been a while since she had experienced pureblood etiquette, having married a muggleborn that was raised under a staircase. That, and married or not, she thought Draco was fine – and there was no harm in looking.

As she watched him at the bar, Ginny laughed at her own silliness.

Hermione saw it from the corner of her eye. The blush on Ginny's cheeks as Draco spoke to her.

Perhaps she had been neglecting him a bit tonight, but she had so much she wanted to tell Harry. It was getting harder and harder to make time to catch up since he had been promoted at work.

That said, she probably shouldn't have left Draco unattended for so long. He hated these events and had only come for her. To have abandoned him in favour of talking with another man for hours was insensitive.

Sometimes she just got a little carried away when in the company of her oldest and most treasured friend.

Though she was sure that Ginny had no intention of making a move on Draco and she also felt sure that Draco probably hadn't meant to flirt – his natural charm was something that was hard for any woman to ignore.

Hermione often found herself feeling insecure about the attention he received from other witches – not that he seemed to ever return their interest. To his credit, he was a one witch kind of man. And she was the one witch.

But if he could make the happiest married woman in London blush, he could pretty much have his pick of any witch. Would he stick around with her, given her challenging personality and uncomfortably close friendship with another man?

She resolved to remind him why he was with her, and not any of the others, later that night.

"I see you have been making nice with my friend," she whispered in his ear suggestively.

"Well, you have been saying you wished I made more of an effort," he said with a handsome smile, taking her wrist and pulling her onto his lap.

Hermione giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, determined to give him the attention he deserved after a night of neglect.

"I'm sorry I abandoned you," she said, deliberately pouting in a way she knew he liked.

"You're playing me like a violin Granger," he said, looking at her knowingly.

Hermione leaned down to whisper softly in his ear. "But you so love to be played with," she purred.

"I don't like it you know," he said, pushing her into his bedroom wall.

"Don't like what?" she asked, looking up at him with mischievous eyes. He was pressed against her, so close she could feel his breath as he looked down on her.

"I know you and Potter are best friends… and I wouldn't ask you to change that… but you left me sitting there all night at an event YOU MADE ME ATTEND! Everyone noticed," he complained, dragging her off the wall and bending her over the dressing table.

Hermione felt him slide her dress up to reveal her bare behind. She hadn't worn any underwear this evening, knowing she would be going home with him later.

Draco groaned when he realised she'd had nothing under her dress all night.

"You're my witch," he said, slapping her arse. Hermione squeaked as she felt the sting.

"And you shouldn't be all over another man in public, while I sit alone," he said, slapping her again. Hermione lurched forward and moaned.

"I shouldn't have to be entertained by said man's wife," he added, smirking as he landed another blow on her reddening behind. Hermione let out a breathy sigh.

"And…" he said, laying a slap on the other cheek.

"Look for attention from other witches," he added, hitting her again. He knew it would infuriate the brunette witch to suggest he may look elsewhere.

He wouldn't really, not while they were together. He just loved to anger her, plus he was still angry with her and wanted to take some enjoyment from upsetting her.

If his suggestion he might bed another witch could make her half as jealous as she and Potter made him, it would be a sweet revenge.

Hermione stood up and turned around to look at him angrily.

"Are you suggesting that you're interested in other witches," she said through gritted teeth.

"I am merely suggesting that when you repeatedly abandon the man you are with at public events, leaving him alone, his only company, passing witches, he might start to think the grass is greener elsewhere," he said, a self-satisfied smirk on his face as she turned red with fury.

"Fuck you!" she spat, storming to the bed to pick up her jacket. She was half way to the floo when he caught her.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked coolly.

"Away! From you!" she snapped, "giving you some space to invite your other witches over," she added bitterly.

Draco smirked.

"Hermione Granger, are you jealous?" he asked, wrapping his arm around her petite waist and dragging her back to his bed. She put up a fight, but not as much as she could have.

He knew her heart wasn't in it. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. He always loved the part where he and the passionate witch worked out their aggression in the bedroom.

"No," she said, crossing her arms on the bed where he had thrown her down.

Draco licked his lips as he unclasped his belt, looking at her wolfishly.

"I think you're lying to me Miss Granger," he said smoothly.

Hermione squeezed her legs together in an effort to control the heat between her thighs. He looked so damn sexy like that.

Draco loosened his tie and lost both it, and his shirt, commanding she do the same with her dress. Finding a naked Draco hard to resist, she pulled her dress over her head and laid on the bed, waiting for what was next.

"Mmmmmm, you make a compelling argument to stay away from other witches," he said, eying her body with obvious arousal. He stood before her, stroking his manhood while admiring her naked body.

Hermione got to her knees and crawled across the bed to him.

"How about I make it up to you?" she said seductively, running her hands down his bare chest towards his rock-hard manhood.

"You've made me very angry, Hermione," he said suggestively, "I am going to need you to work extra hard to remind me why it's worth it."

Hermione fluttered her eyelashes at him as she lined her mouth up with his member. Draco put his hands on either side of her head, watching her open her mouth nice and wide for him.

"Don't close your eyes," he commanded as he guided her to take him to the back of her throat, "I want you to look at me the whole time."

She nodded against him, eyes watering as he used her mouth as he pleased.

She watched him collect himself after exploding into her mouth. Hermione laid back on the bed, waiting for whatever came next.

It was often hard to know with him.

Wanting to temp him into touching her, she ran her hands down her body to rest between her thighs, gently stroking herself. Draco, now upright on his knees on the bed, watched the show with more than just a casual interest.

"You need to be careful witch," he growled, "keep looking like that, and I'll never let you go," he growled, swatting her hand away and replacing it with his own.

"I don't want you to," she said softly, inviting him to kiss her.

Draco, under her spell, leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips.

"That's what I was telling Harry tonight," she said gently, trailing kisses down his cheek to his neck.

"What were you telling him?" asked Draco, having a hard time focusing with the naked witch underneath him.

"That I love you," she said, hiding her face in his neck and pulling him close. She was too scared to look at him. Too scared to know the answer.

Draco stopped dead, unable to think or move for some moments. Here he was, feeling insecure about her with Potter, when all she had really been doing was professing her love for him.

Slowly, he managed to get her to look at him.

"I love you too," he said, parting her thighs.

Perhaps they needed to get each other jealous more often, he thought as he entered her slowly, ready to take his time in making love to the frustrating little witch.

The one he loved, and who loved him in return.

Original Request:

"I've had this in my head for ages but can't seem to write it down so maybe you'd have more luck than I?

Okay so post-war where Draco wants Hermione, or maybe they're together already, you can choose which is best.

But Draco is super jealous of Harry and Hermione. Harry and Hermione are purely platonic but they're soulmates (because that's a thing), and like everyone knows how close they are, and even Ginny is sometimes miffed about it. And it just builds up within Draco that they end up having angry jealousy sex." – jodileighcullen

I honestly needed to cleanse myself with some cute shite after writing that dark three-parter, so when this request came in, I couldn't resist! Thanks jodileighcullen

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