A/N: Fourth chapter of seven. Thanks to mew (mew-tsubaki) for betareading!
tinted and tainted
4. Green. Indifferent.
No matter how often they would be jealous, they would always return.
"What?" Astoria asked, sounding tired.
"Nothing," Draco answered indifferently, his eyes firmly set on the path in front of him.
"Sure, it's nothing. You aren't jealous, are you?"
"Of course not," he said, even though he could feel the jealousy throbbing behind his temples, the anger inside him rising. He wanted to get away from there, the green lushness that surrounded them—it was too green, almost poisonous, overwhelming him. It felt as though it swallowed him, suffocated him. He took several deep breaths, for it had begun to feel as though it was coming from inside of him, rising in his throat like bile.
"C'mon. I just talked to him. It was nothing; he only showed me which different hikes we could take."
"But you didn't see how he looked at you!"
"Does it really matter?" Astoria asked with her brow furrowed.
Draco said nothing, just shoved his hands deeper in his pockets.
"Isn't it me that matters?" He could see how a smirk began forming on Astoria's lips as she walked closer and put her arms around his neck.
He stared into her eyes and felt the pounding in his head ease, how his body relaxed. "Sorry," he said before he let his lips crash onto hers.