CH. 6 - Jealousy

A/N: Short little chapter I wrote while bored at work, it's cool being head honcho, but sometimes you have nothing to do, so here this is. Not too much plot development just something that I thought would be funny and light. I thought of this chapter last night, but was too tired to start right away. Luckily I remembered the basic outline of it. One, more thing, I couldn't think of a fancy way to say kissing so I went with the scientific term. Mind you the term, not the study of, which is a completely different word. As always read, enjoy and review.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't bash his face in or hex him into the orangutan he is?" Draco yelled pacing the Room of Requirement. It had become their place to talk, argue, yell or snog all without the attention of the entire school upon them.

Hermione rolled her eyes, it had been so great; two months of peace and quiet and now this. It was nice while it lasted, she thought. Sighing she said, "Draco calm down, it was meaningless to me."

"You still didn't answer my question," he fumed.

"Fine I'll give you two; one, if you hurt him I'm gone and two, expulsion."

His jaw dropped. It took him a few minutes to compose himself again, when he spoke though he stuttered, "Y-you would leave me?" He asked incredulously.

"Yes, and not because I have feeling for him, it's because you can't or rather won't even try to be civil toward him or anyone of my friends," Hermione huffed and crossed her arms.

Unbelievable, after all his done to be with her, she would walk out, just like that? Draco shook his head free of the thought, no, he'd come too far, gave too much and loved her too much let that happen. He took several calming breaths before he slowly walked toward the chestnut-haired girl standing before him looking cross.

"Hermione," he said softly untangling her arms and taking her hand, he stared intently into her chocolate brown orbs; she could almost see herself in his silver ones as she stared back, "please, please don't leave me."

It was such a simple sentence, six words, that's it, but it carried so much force and it was coming from him. Until now she couldn't tell the depth of his personality or emotional change because he still hid it very well underneath the Slytherin façade, even with her sometimes. But here he was begging her, she knew Malfoys don't beg, they were too proud for that, he did. He just did. She did the first thing that came to mind, she cupped his cheek, tip-toed and kissed him generously. He quickly reciprocated seizing her small, feminine form in his arms and deepened their osculation. When they broke apart, her hand rested on his cheek still, he leaned into it, smiling at her touch. She smiled back.

"Feel better?" Hermione said after awhile.

"If I say 'no' do I get another kiss?" The trademark smirk returned.

She playfully slapped his chest.

"I love you, and there is nothing Ron can do that can convince me otherwise. Forever Love spell remember?"

He chuckled, up until recent he was he who had to remind her.

"I know and I love you too."

He sat down and she followed, resting her head on his chest while he wrapped a protective arm around her and also playing with the ends of her hair. They sat like that motionless except for Draco's hand twisting and turning her curls around his finger and quiet as well, neither waiting to say anything that would upset the moment. Until Draco couldn't take it anymore, he had to say the one thing that was really bothering him.

"Weasel had no right, sending you that Holiday Howler saying, 'Be mine' and an invite to the Yule Ball."

Sighing again, Hermione spoke, "Draco there is nothing wrong with him asking me to the Ball it's perfectly normal."

His eyebrows shot up, and he pulled away slightly, "Yes Hermione, normal if the girl he was asking wasn't already in a relationship," he drew out slowly as if explaining to a five year-old.

That earned him another eye roll. "Maybe he figured that since you haven't asked, I would still go, even as a friend."

Draco scoffed at her notion of 'going as friends', "I believe it was implied Hermione that you go with me your, ever-loving, devilishly handsome boyfriend."

"Don't forget modest," she chuckled sarcastically.

"Hold on, are you telling me you're considering the Weasel's invite?" She nodded with a slight smirk that he didn't catch.

"So you're saying that although I am your boyfriend you would still go with someone else, even the Weasel? Why?"

"Because you didn't ask me," she grinned.

"I-I have to ask? My own girlfriend?" He sounded shocked.

"Yep," she giggled.

"She's lucky I love her so much," he mumbled under his breath. He took a breath then asked in a overly regal and dramatic manner, "Hermione, my darling Gryffindor, will you be my date to Yule Ball?"

"Yes Draco," she giggled again.

Okay yes, his invitation was a bit overdramatic in tone and forced, but she'd come to expect nothing less from the Snake Prince himself.

They returned to the couch, Ron forgotten, dance invites set; all they were doing now was relaxing in each other's company. Her head rested once more on his chest as she curled into him and he held her.

After awhile of Draco drawing mindless circles on her hand and Hermione listening to his steady heartbeat, she spoke, "So Krum, visited me in the library today," it was so casual and soft, like it meant nothing.

Immediately Draco shot up, "What did the Bulgarian baboon want?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Hermione sighed, why does he get so jealous?

"He was asking me where the athletic book section was."

"Oh," Draco realized he had become jealous for no reason.

"Yeah 'oh'," Hermione huffed, "Why are you so easily riled up?"

"Because...,"

"Because what?"

"I don't like it when other guys touch or flirt with you, it's bad enough that I have to put up with Potter and Weasley, but you don't seem to mind when any guy does it. It means me feel like I'm not enough for you."

"Oh Draco you lovable idiot," she held his hand, "You are plenty of man for me and then some. I don't mind because those guys are nothing compare to you and how I feel about you."

He didn't know whether to be offended by her endearment or happy that she truly does love him.

"Still I don't like it."

"What can I do to convince you?"

He thought about it. It was several minutes before he answered.

"You have to get Weaselette to agree to one dance at the Yule Ball with me."

That was not the answer Hermione was expecting.

"What? Why Ginny?"

"Because despite her moronic brother, she's willing to accept me and she's a hot little thing," he smiled.

Hermione's lips turned into a frown. He thought Ginny was hot?

"You think Ginny is hot?" She asked quietly.

"Not just me the entire Slytherin Quidditch team thinks so. We believe that if it wasn't for her family she would've made a perfect Slytherin. Cunning; willing to do whatever it takes to get what she wants, I saw her dating Dean Thomas to make Potter notice her; feisty; and rumor has it she's a pretty good kisser."

She couldn't believe she was hearing this, her boyfriend the one that gets jealous when she even goes near another guy is ogling another girl, her best friend at that.

"What does the team say about me?" She asked in curiosity and because she wondered if Draco stood up for her against his teammates.

"Oh, they said you look okay, a bit too bookwormish though. If you showed more skin, then maybe they put you above Cho Chang." His face showing no emotion, but inside he was laughing like a madman.

"You told them they were complete idiots right? You defended me right?"

"Hermione, it was just locker room talk, you know it doesn't mean anything," she said trying to calm her as she was now pacing.

"I can't believe you, Malfoy, I've stayed true to you, and yet your secretly lusting after Ginny and you didn't have balls to defend me to your friends."

"Whoa, slow down Hermione,"

She did, taking several breaths. She stood there staring at him.

"So, about that dance with Weaselette?"

"NO! Never. Forget it. And you what you can go after Ginny if you want her so badly, I was wrong about you!" The tears she held back were starting to stream down her cheeks like a rushing river. "You, I never want to see you again!" She turned to leave, but he caught her hand.

"Let me go, Malfoy," she spat out his last name.

Instead he spun her around to face him, brushed her cheeks dry and kissed her with more passion than ever before, she couldn't resist. She melted into it immediately, fisting his hair in her hands, as his cupped her perfected shaped bottom. She moaned as he gave it a slight squeeze.

They parted their lips, but he was still close, "Doesn't feel so good to be on the other end does it?" he whispered, his forehead touching hers.

It took her a moment and she pulled back, "You were messing with me?"

He nodded, the Malfoy smirk ever present on his face.

"So all of that about Ginny?"

"Made up."

"And about me?"

"Made up."

"So you don't think Ginny's hot?" She asked as a blush painted her already red tear-soaked cheeks redder.

"Merlin no, Potter can have her, I only have eyes for one person and she's standing in front of me blushing redder than Weasel's hair."

He walked toward her, "Congratulations Granger, you are now officially a jealous girlfriend," he kissed her forehead and started to run out of the Room of Requirement as fast as possible, laughing.

Hermione was seeing red now, not from embarrassment, but from rage, "Draco Lucius Malfoy! You get your pale arse back here, I'm not done with you yet!" Hermione yelled as she started running after him.

Draco just kept laughing and running.