Chapter 3: Jealousy and Odd Occurrences
A/N: Yes, I know some of you guys were confused in the last chapter-but hopefully now you will all understand. Again, I apologize for all my insane grammatical errors…wow I just spelled grammatical wrong while typing this- oh the irony- but my sister is slacking in her job as a beta…so…yes. Reviews are greatly appreciated!
"I just don't get it, Harry." stated Seamus. He and Harry were having a discussion that evening in the thankfully, empty boy's dormitory. "That look in your face when you walked over to Malfoy…it was so, sincere; like, full of want, lust, maybe love even. And don't give me that crap about eye contacts, Harry. I know you don't wear them."
"Seamus, listen to me. The potion we were making was getting to my head. I really don't remember what I was doing…I suppose the fumes just got to me. Don't worry. I love you okay?"
"Alright Harry I forgive you, I love you too." Seamus cupped his hand around Harry's chin lifting his head upwards and caught his lips with his own. He pulled away gingerly. "Just don't ever look at another bloke that way again, you hear me?"
Harry wrapped his arms around Seamus and laid his head on Seamus' shoulder. He was confused. Why had he completely disregarded Seamus and walked over to Malfoy when the potion had hit him full force. He loved Seamus didn't he? He had liked Draco last year, there was that minor obsession and having house elves stalk him…but now Harry had Seamus and was quite happy with that arrangement. His thoughts were broken off when Ron and Hermione walked into to the dormitory.
"Oh god, we've walked in on the love birds…again. What does that make this Hermione, third time this week?" asked Ron, a bemused expression on his face.
Harry pulled away from Seamus and looked at Ron and Hermione suspiciously. "What are you two doing up here, anyway?" he asked.
Hermione turned pink and started muttering something about searching for a book, but Ron declared, not meeting Harry's eyes, mind you, "We were looking for you…it's nearly time to go down to the Quidditch pitch. Though shouldn't you remember that mate? You being the captain and scheduling it yourself?"
"Oh right." said Harry, walking towards his trunk to get his Firebolt. "I forgot."
"Yes, well, I hope you at least remembered to finish your Transfiguration essay," snapped Hermione, "seeing as it is due tomorrow."
"Damn." sighed Harry. He really needed to concentrate on homework and less on his boyfriend Seamus, this was getting ridiculous. This was his second missed homework this week. "Oh well, I'll do it tomorrow morning. Let's go down to the pitch."
So the infamous trio with their new Irish addition headed down into the cold night air.
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Draco walked down the corridors like he owned the place, which naturally in his opinion, he did. Lumbering in his wake were Crabbe and Goyle, also following were Blaise and Pansy. The group of Slytherins made their way down to their Transfiguration class and opened their bags to retrieve their books. When he opened his book, he was surprised to see many doodles covering it. This couldn't be his book, surely not. He looked at the cover and written on the book was: This belongs to Harry Potter-Finnegan. Finnegan? What? Am I to believe that Harry swings the other way, no less with that strange Irish Gryffindor? What was the world coming to? Draco turned through the book and the pages were covered with: Seamus, Seamus Finnegan, Mr. Harry Finnegan, Mr. Harry Potter-Finnegan and all the like surrounded in stupid hearts. Seeing this Draco let out a snort but couldn't ignore that feeling of… jealousy? No it couldn't be. Why would I, Draco Malfoy, the sexiest person in all of Hogwarts be jealous of "The-bloody-boy-who-refused-to-snuff-it's" revolting relationship with a stupid leprechaun! I probably just had too much to eat, or the pumpkin juice was spiked, yes that must be it. Draco pondered over the situation. He couldn't help wondering why Harry hadn't chosen him over that stupid Seamus. Oh…it probably has something to do with the fact that I make sure his life is a living hell and torture him and his friends every chance I could manage for the last six years. Or, he's just afraid of commitment. "Draco! Pst!" Draco pulled himself away from his dreams-er-thoughts-observations of Potter to see that the entire class was staring at him as was Professor McGonagall, apparently looking for an answer. "Um…" he stammered thinking for one, "seven?" Needless to say, seven wasn't the answer and he got a stern talking to for not paying attention. Ignoring his lecture he looked back at the book and frowned slightly as his silver eyes rested on doodles on the back cover that seemed to be scratched out. Brow furrowed he deciphered them and saw that they read bearings of 'Mr. Harry Potter- Malfoy, Draco is sexy, DM all in those same ridiculous hearts. No. Absolute. Fucking.Way! Draco Malfoy, the sex god of all of Hogwarts was not going to be placed second to that Finnegan. He could not stand for this! He was obviously better looking than that blundering fool! Thus, he began to plot ways to break Harry and Seamus up. Not that it really mattered or anything, he just couldn't be second best in Potter's eyes. Then he was struck by a brilliant thought. Jealousy. He'd make the stupid Pot-head jealous! And he knew exactly who to use as bait.
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It was downright pouring the next day as the students rushed from the Herbology Greenhouses to the safe, dry Great Hall for lunch. As the famous Gryffindor trio sauntered up to their table, they were stopped by the one, and only, Draco Malfoy. "What do you want, Malfoy?" asked Harry, using his previous icy glare. "None of your business Potty, I only came over to compliment Weasl-I mean, Ron here on his hair." The silence that followed that statement was the loudest Draco had ever heard. He almost laughed aloud at the stupid look on Ron's face. He decided to go further just to piss off a certain dark-haired Gryffindor boy more. Draco bent down to Ron to whisper in his ear, though he made quite sure Harry could hear him. "You're hair looks great when it's wet", he said running his fingers through the freckled faced boy's hair, "sexy even." And he followed this by spanking the boy and quickly walking away. He had to stick his entire fist in his mouth to keep from laughing as he saw all three of them frozen there with looks of utmost horror on their faces. Well, that was fun.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione stood rooted on the spot. Had Draco Malfoy just, flirted, not just flirted but spanked even, Ron Weasley? At that moment Hermione passed out cold so their lunch was spent waiting for her to recover in the Hospital wing.
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Draco was very happy with himself. He wasn't sure he had made the Golden boy jealous yet, but it was a start. Things might have to get serious with him and Weasel for Harry to end it with Seamus. Draco shuddered at the thought. Touching the boy was repulsive enough. He had finished his entire bottle of expensive hand wash just to make sure he wasn't infested with some strange poverty disease. Weasel may be a good use for bait but he highly doubted that he was boyfriend material. Well that didn't matter, seeing as Weasley was not going to be his boyfriend. More like a piece of meat, yes, a piece of meat on a string that he would lure Potter into his trap. Draco gave up on denying that he liked Harry. He was after all trying to destroy his relationship but not for the satisfaction of screwing up his life once more, no this was to get Potter to himself, none of these cahoots with Mr. Finnegan here. Draco was stopped by Blaise on his way to the Slytherin common room.
"What do you want, Zambini?" he sneered.
"What on earth were you doing feeling up that blood-traitor Weasel?" asked Blaise.
Oh shit. He had noticed.
Draco hadn't thought about what his fellow Slytherins would do if they thought Draco was in some sort of relationship with that ugly Weasley boy and he didn't particularly care to find out either. He very much loved all his limbs attached thank you very much.
"Erm- I was…um…teaching him a lesson about insulting a Slytherin."
Blaise stared. "You spanked him."
Draco blinked, "Yes- well, that was part of the lesson obviously! I didn't have enough momentum for a punch so spanking him was the next best thing!"
"You looked like you were enjoying yourself." Blaise stated simply.
Draco sneered, "Yes well, I do love to see a Gryffindor loser in pain." He walked away with a smug look on his face, relieved that he had come up with such a good alibi. As for now, he had more plotting to do.