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Jealousy.

I am not yours.

We lay so stiffly, and act like we're sleeping.

But my eyes are staring, and you're not breathing heavily.

I know when you're sleeping - you purr so softly on my neck.

Jealousy.

I am.

Am I Not Yours? - Cursive

Hermione blinked and clutched Draco's sweater. She couldn't believe what Draco had just told her. He needed her. Draco rested his forehead against her, and Hermione raised a trembling head to touch his soft blonde hair. Just as Draco had leaned a bit closer, they were interrupted by an eager house elf named Tinky.

"Master, Master! Dinner is ready, Lady Malfoy sends a message that she will be dining in her room tonight."

Draco frowned. "Thanks Tinky, we'll be there in a bit."

Tinky bowed and scampered off to the kitchen.

"Leave it to a bloody elf to ruin a moment." He murmered

Hermione giggled and led the way to the grand dining room.

A long wooden table was as big as the four house tables put together.

Hermione couldn't even imagine a childhood Draco eating dinner with his parents like this every night, in an uncomfortable silence.

Draco cut his steak and nibbled on the piece of meat. He actually nervous, wracking his brain on how to tell Hermione about the party taking place tomorrow.

"Um, Granger, I know this is out on a limb, but my Mum is actually going to host a party here tomorrow, at night, and well you have the choice of going or not, either choice you pick, I'm going to stick with you."

Hermione thought for a second.

" I think it would be fun to go to a Malfoy Christmas party, I've never been to one."

Draco tried to hide his disappointment

"Eh, it's nothing really important, just a lot of wizards and witches, a few members of the Ministry, and some influential figures, but nothing of importance. I heard even Prince Harry was going to make an appearance."

Hermione nearly choked on her salad. "Prince Harry of England? How did he get included in the wizadring world?" she asked with a confused expression

Draco smirked. "The lad had always had a thing for the Dark Arts, he's not really normal you know, that drug he got busted for a few years ago was some pretty heavy magical shit."

Hermione burst out laughing and cupped her mouth with her hand. Merlin, if only her cousin Elizabeth found out that her idol was into the Dark Arts! Hermione contained her composure and went about eating her dinner. After desert, Draco led Hermione to the grounds of the manor. The night was cold, but everywhere around her she could smell the fragrance or roses and jasmines mixed in with the night air. They walked around for a bit, finally settling in a small bench near a rosebush. They both sat in silence for a few minutes.

"Why are you being so nice to me Draco? Why did you invite me to your home? There has to be something going on, if you would have told me last year to come with you on holiday, I would have spat in your face." Hermione blurted out.

Draco began playing with a loose thread on his jeans.

"I was tired at Hogwarts, no one really understood me. Dumbledore died, Potter caught me in the restroom crying like a bloody girl and my father, the grand Lucius Malfoy was rotting away in Azkaban. How do you think I felt, Granger? I was sick of all the fake bullshit with they Slytherins. I was tired of the slut Pansy. And most of all, I was tired of you."

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but Draco interrupted.

"You had everything, you still had Potty and Weasel, you were at top of your class, and everyone loved you. You were like bloody Ms. Perfect. But something in me changed when I saw you last. I was tired of seeing that oaf Weasel pine after you."

Hermione turned a bright red.

"Ron is not an oaf Draco, -" she protested

"Bloody hell Granger, let me finish. I tried to deny it for a long time you know, that I would even like you a bit. It irritated me so bad. You had everything that a girl didn't want to have. You are a stubborn bird, and you don't take rubbish from anyone, and most of all, you weren't scared of me. Even back in third year when you slapped me, you had fire inside of you Hermione. You weren't like those empty headed bimbos, like Lavender Brown and Pansy."

Hermione blushed. In a way, Draco was actually praising her for not being a normal girl. And as much as she wanted to fight it, she couldn't help but feel pleased. And this was coming from the famous Draco Malfoy himself.

"That Weasel was such a prat, he didn't realize that the most smartest girl in all of Hogwarts wanted him, so he went back and tried to get revenge on you by shagging any girl in sight, and believe me I wanted to rip him to shreds when I found out about that. It actually disturbed me."

Hermione looked down at her shoes. It was true, for a long time, she did think that she would have something with Ron, but as time went by, she found herself more attached to Ron as a big brother, something she never had, a sibling. It would break her heart to tell him, but she did. She knew Harry was relieved that nothing alas would come between the Golden Trio, but he also knew that the redhead was hurting. Ron took it as insult that she had declined his offer and spent weeks avoiding her. Hermione had finally called in immature and nothing but a schoolboy crush, and in someway it boosted his ego. He would purposely go out with girls that hr knew Hermione disliked. Hermione would care less and go on about her studies. She knew that Ron was hurting, he had an unrequited crush on her, and Hermione did not return his feelings or advances.

"I was really disgusted by him. I knew he was nothing but another stupid horny boy that wanted to a girl to fucking lay. But you're more that that Granger, you're more than just another worthless shag."

Hermione turned and stared at Draco's gray eyes. Somewhere deep inside, even though she'd rather think it was a denial, she knew it was the truth.

"The truth Granger was that I was jealous. I was jealous to think that pig could have you, and that in a way you wanted him to. It made me crazy to think that he wanted you, when at the same time; I myself didn't know what I was feeling. I was bloody jealous of that wanker."