Disclaimer: I forgot this in my other chapters, so yeah. Anyway, I don't own the characters…blah blah blah. They're JK Rowling's, I just own the storyline…yeah, okay please R&R!
Jealousy
Chapter 5
Pansy Parkinson needed a plan. She could tell that Draco was starting to fall for that Mudblood. And Granger was starting to like him too. Pansy refused to let that happen. Draco was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she wasn't about to give him up. Especially not to Hermione Granger. She thought she may have scared the idea out of Granger last week, but she wasn't sure. Only time would tell. And if Granger decided to continue…Pansy softly chuckled to herself. Well, that's where Plan B came into play. 'And Granger had better hope it doesn't come to that,' Pansy thought.
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After a long, LONG talk with Ron, Harry had finally gotten him to speak with Hermione. He was still rather bitter, but who could really blame him? What mattered was that he was making a great effort to put it behind him. Hermione seemed a lot happier. She cautiously took a stab at friendly conversation.
"So Ron, um, how was your day?"
"Oh, simply wonderful! Just grand! Today I found out that my best friend likes to run around kissing my enemies! You know, I'd ask how your day went, but, well, I can guess, can't I?" Ron snapped.
Hermione pushed her dinner plate away, looking extremely hurt. She rushed off, mumbling something about being in the library.
"Ron, what'd you do that for?" asked Harry.
"Harry! You heard her! She kissed him Harry!" Ron said.
"Yes, well, you can't help that kind of stuff! And you making her feel horrible about it won't fix anything! It's not like she can just take it back! I'm sorry, Ron, but she did it, and it's over!"
"Have you gone mad, Harry?" Ron was looking at him like he didn't even know Harry anymore.
"No. You're supposed to be her friend," said Harry.
"Yeah, sure…friends," Ron muttered. He didn't say another word for the rest of dinner.
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Hermione ran through the halls, slowing down as she reached a deserted part of the castle. She didn't understand why Ron had to be so horrible about the whole thing. It wasn't as if she had asked for this to happen. In fact, she had tried her hardest to stop this from happening. Hermione shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She was almost at the library, a place where everything made sense.
Suddenly, a hand shot out of a broom closet and dragged her inside. The door closed with a loud BANG, throwing the room into darkness. Another hand clamped over Hermione's mouth. She froze, terrified.
"Don't scream," a disembodied voice breathed in her ear. A shiver ran down her spine. After what seemed like an eternity in smothering blackness, a light switched on. Hermione spun to view her captor. As her eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, she recognized him. Malfoy. A grin slid across his face and his eyes sparked playfully.
"Argh! Draco! You scare the living daylights out of me!" she cried, smacking his arm.
"Keep it down Granger! Do you want the whole castle to hear us?" Malfoy laughed, "Sorry I scared you. Let me make up for it?" He slid an arm around her waist, grazing the bruise on her side. She flinched and pulled away the slightest bit, but he still noticed.
"What is it? I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked.
"No…it's nothing. I…I just fell, that's all. You know I'm good at that," Hermione giggled nervously.
Draco's cool gray eyes searched hers. "No. You're lying, I can tell. What really happened?"
"I fell. That's it. And those stone stairs can really hurt!" Hermione said, praying that he bought it. He didn't.
"Fine. Forget it. I'll get the truth out of you later," he said, leaning in o kiss her. She gratefully sank into is arms. Second later, though, she pushed him away.
"I can't do this!" She said, running from the room. Draco stared, very confused. After a moment, he came to his senses and ran after her. He sprinted down the stairs just in time to see her wrench open the castle door and dash out into the pouring rain. He sighed, ran a hand through his hair, and followed.
Hermione crashed through the woods blindly. Rain and tears ran down her face, but she made no effort to wipe them away. She vaguely registered the fact that someone was following her, but she didn't care. She just ran and ran. She ran until she tripped over a tree root and collapsed on the ground. She didn't bother trying to get up. It was like all of her energy had depleted in that exact moment. She heard someone kneel beside her and looked up to see Draco. His expression was a mix of concern and confusion. Hermione glared at him.
"Go away!"
"What! What did I do, Hermione! Whatever it was, I'm sorry! Okay?" he cried, "But will you please tell me what I did?"
Hermione slowly sat up, avoiding Draco's gaze. "It's not you. It's everything. Harry and Ron hate me, Pan- never mind. Everything's just screwed up!"
"What was that?"
"Harry and Ron hate me?"
"No, after that."
"Everything's screwed up?"
"No, before that."
"………" Hermione was silent, "It doesn't matter! Point is, I can't be with you! It just…it just won't work!" She took of again, this time toward the castle. Halfway there, se felt Draco grab her shoulder. He spun her around and kissed her hard. He pulled away and stared into her eyes.
"Tell me again that you don't want to be with me, and I'll leave you alone forever," he said, just loud enough to be heard over the howling wind and rain. Hermione said nothing. "That's what I thought. Now can we go inside and talk somewhere less…wet?" Hermione smiled and nodded. They ran all the way to the castle, relieved to be inside, where it was warm. He led her by the hand through and endless maze of hallways, secret passageways, and stairs. Finally they arrived at an empty classroom on the fourth floor. They both stood in awkward silence, soaking wet. Hermione decided to speak first.
"Um…Shall I dry us off then?" Without waiting for an answer, she drew her wand and chanted a few words. Their clothes dried almost instantly.
"Okay. Now tell me what that was all about?"
Hermione sighed, " Well…today at lunch, I told Harry and Ron…about…you know…last week…. They were less than thrilled. I love them both to death, but they are being so… stupid!"
"Yeah well…I'm sure they can't hate you forever. I mean, who could?" Draco grinned at her.
"I know. I'm sorry, I just…overreacted, " Hermione apologized. He smiled at her mischievously, "Make it up to me then?" Hermione smiled back.
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Pansy watched Draco kiss that Mudblood form a castle window. He looked more into it than he had ever been with her. Obviously her little 'chat' with Granger had done nothing. She was still all over Draco. That was the last straw for Pansy. She had tried being nice. She was just going to have to steal him back. And well…if that didn't work…. 'Desperate times call for desperate measures.' She thought. And Pansy had never been more desperate in her life. She hurried from the window and rushed to the library. She had research to do….
Yes, yes, I know it was short. And I realize it is moving rather quickly. But I can't fluff up my stories with a bunch of filler stuff. I like to get right to the point. So, read and please review!
