Chapter 6: Jealousy Surfaces

It was almost like someone had shined a flashlight right in her face.

"What did you say?" Her voice dripped with anger. She knew this was too good to be true. He had used her...made her believe he cared for her...took her virginity and rolls over like nothing ever happened?

"Hermione wait-I didn't mean it like that-I was just kidding...it was supposed to be a joke-I'm sorry." He stammered out hoping to relieve her or her anger but it enraged her even more.

"Is that what this is? Am I a joke to you? Ok. I'll make it simple for you. I'm out of here." She grabbed her wand from the floor and started gathering her clothes that were scattered around the room ignoring the ripped underwear.

He panicked, knowing this would make or break their newfound...relationship...or whatever it was. "Wait please I didn't mean it like that...I was just...trying to be playful." He grabbed her arm and she recoiled, as if burnt by his touch and ripped her arm out of his hand.

"Don't touch me." She sneered and made for the door and he begged her not to leave, trying again for her arm.

"Stupefy!" She yelled and he was thrown back and knocked out. "I told you not to touch me." She whispered, running out of his dormitory and making a beeline for her own.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

He woke up with a headache, naked, slumped against his dresser. He rubbed his head and looked at his watch. Six a.m. Fuck. He'd been out for nearly seven hours. There was no use of going after her now. He shut off his wand alarm.

Regret washed over him at not being able to smooth things out with Hermione. She must think the worst of me. He meant it as a joke but she obviously took it seriously. He should've known. He couldn't just expect her to automatically believe him to be noble after all these years of him taunting her.

He padded to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. Shower and go to breakfast..then try to face Hermione. He sighed...easier said than done.

She huffed angrily. Who the bloody hell does he think he is? She brushed out her tangles and screamed when she couldn't get a particularly nasty one out. Ginny came running into the bathroom, hair wild and out of place, wand stuck out in front of her, her eyes bulging.

"What! Where is it? WHat is it? Who?" She yelled, her eyes scanning the room and pointing her wand at nothing.

She started laughing, bending over in hysterics. "Calm...down...Gin. I was just screaming at my hair!" She said between breaths.

"Oh." She paused. "That reminds me. I have a present for you." She ran to her trunk and grabbed something out of it, and smiled cheerily. "I bought it during the summer, and you are going to use it no matter what you say."

Hermione raised her eyebrows at the bottle in her hand. "What is it?" She questioned Ginny, looking suspiciously at the silver liquid.

"It's a hair potion. It makes your hair perfectly straight permanently, or until you use the antidote. Happy...better hair day!" She smiled at her obviously expecting Hermione to be thrilled.

"Gin...thank you but I don't know...you know I don't like hair products." Her nose scrunched and she continued to try to untangle her messy curls. "Besides...I don't want to look like I'm trying to prove anything by changing my appearance just because I'm Head Girl."

"Hermione. Shut up. I'm gonna make you look like you should've looked from the beginning."

She felt weird. Like she was dressing up for some party she wasn't invited to. And she hadn't even walked throught the double doors yet. She expelled a breath she didn't even know she was holding and willed herself to open the doors to the Great Hall.

He looked up as he heard the double doors opening and nearly choked on his bacon. In walked-no glided-Hermione Granger. Her hair glistened, the now perfectly straight locks tumbling around her shoulders. She donned knee length black leather boots and as his eyes traveled further up he saw she wore a black and white plaid skirt coming down mid-thigh accompanied with a black and white lace trimmed tank top. Her makeup was smoky, giving her a sultry but not slutty look. She could never look slutty. She had clear lip gloss on her plump lips, which only made him want to lick it off. Her heels clicked as she strode over to the Gryffindor table and gracefully took a seat next to the boy who never died.

She glanced over at him and caught his gaze. Her glance turned into a scowl as she seemed to remember what he did and snapped her head back to Potty's attention.

"She looks rightly pissed." He heard Astoria whisper in his ear. "What did you do?" She ask him incredulously.

"I don't wanna talk about it." He muttered and shoved a piece of toast in his mouth, growling when he saw Hermione laugh and put her hand on Potter's shoulder. He turned to her and smiled, nodding his head and continuing on with whatever drabble was currently coming out of his mouth. His eye twitched when Potter's hand came up to her hair and ran his fingers through it, complimenting her on the new style. That should be him. But noooo. He just had to fuck it up.

She looked over at him again, smiling at the murderous glare he was directing at Harry. She felt bad for using Harry, but Ron was currently stuffing his face and she knew Draco wouldn't believe it if she used Neville. She knew she had over reacted when she really thought about it...but making him jealous was so much fun. She knew her mistake, though, when Harry turned and saw Draco glaring daggers at him from across the hall.

"What is that ferret looking at?" He glared back at Draco, only succeeding in egging him on even more. Now she felt really bad...one because Harry was very paranoid and would think something was up and would want to investigate... and two because she planned on going to Draco later and apologizing for over reacting.

"Not sure...doesnt he always do that?" She tried to make it seem like Draco was always doing this but Harry was too smart.

"Not like that. He usually just sneers and points and laughs in this direction. Now what the bloody hell is wrong with him, almost as if I did something personal to him." He got up and grabbed her hand, intent on leaving, with her in tow. "Let's go." This will not go well at all.

What the bloody hell was she doing, trying to make him jealous? She was smiling at him while he was murdering Potter with his eyes!

Potter finally looked over at him and noticed his glares and glared back. He said something to Hermione and she shrugged, and said something back.

"Oh lord. One would think you two were silently trying to kill each other with their eyes. Stuff it already." Astoria said annoyed and began picking at her nails.

He ignored her and fumed as he saw Potter snatch Hermione's hand and pull her out of the Great Hall.

"To hell with that." He growled angrily as he jumped up and yanked his arm out of Astoria's grip as she tried to stop him, swiftly striding out of the Great Hall and catching up to Potter and Hermione he nearly snarled Potter's name.

"What?" Potter turned and Draco promptly slammed his fist in the fuckers nose.