(A/N: Hey, guys! I am SO SO SO sorry for not updating for a long ass time! Like always I had many legit reasons as to why I couldn't update. First off, I was preoccupied with college apps, so I had to get some volunteering hours in, write personal statements, ask teachers for letters of recommendations, and all that jazz. Second, I had a lot of choir gigs to attend. Third, I had to focus on school and SATs. Okay, enough boring stuff. While I was away, I went to a 5SOS concert in November and it was so fucking amazing! I went with my two best friends and we had the band members on sticks and we were waving them around like crazy during the show and I got some mercy! Sadly, I couldn't take a lot of pics/vids bc I ran out of memory in the middle of the show. I had to use my old camera to get the remainder of the show...BUT I WAS IN THE SAME FUCKING ROOM AS THE OMG AND THEY SOUND SO GOOD LIVE AND I JUST JLKADFKLJSKLJFSD. Anyway, yeah there's a whole lot of other stuff that happened, but if I told you guys everything you'd probably be here forever. I want to announce that I am fishing for a beta at the moment, so if you're interested in being my beta message me! Since I'm relatively new to this site, I still need help in going through the whole beta process. On top of that, I still need to edit the story a little, so I'm going to get on that as soon as possible. This chapter might suck ass, but I've had writer's block and I'm a little rusty, so I apologize. As always, remember to leave a review, favorite, follow, and all that good stuff! Enjoy! ^_^)

Chapter 15: Jealous

After her extremely close encounter with Malfoy in the tub, Hermione kept replaying the scene that she had just been a part of. The thought of her arch-nemesis completely nude in front her was completely foreign, and that frightened her.

That bath was meant to relax and soothe Hermione's nerves; if anything, it made them worse. She couldn't look at the spot in front of her without picturing a naked Draco filling it in. Hastily, Hermione got out of the tub and dried herself off. Normally, she would blow dry her hair using a hair-drying spell or using a muggle hairdryer, but she wanted to get out the bathroom as quickly as she could.

The Head Girl dashed as quickly as could without slipping to her room, slammed the bathroom door, and got dressed in her pajamas.

Remembering that her friends were going to visit soon, she made her way downstairs to the common room to prepare for their arrival.

Upon entering the common room though, she found her four other roommates wreaking havoc in different ways. Ashton was running around the room frantically, filming random spots in the room with the phone in his hands as he narrated loudly. Calum was lying down on the floor next to the sofa, clutching his private parts and wailing in agony. Michael stood over him, laughing at his friend's misery. Luke was fumbling with what looked like a stereo. After struggling for a few seconds with the machine, a loud song started blaring through the speakers, echoing throughout the room. The tall blond leaped backwards, obviously startled at the sudden burst of sound coming out of the stereo, however the noise didn't seem to faze the other boys.

"What the hell is going on here," Hermione bellowed.

As soon as they were aware of Hermione's presence, the four boys stopped what they were doing and turned to face her.

Luke turned down the music and gave her his attention.

"Have I interrupted something," she inquired amusedly with one eyebrow arched up.

Ashton answered quickly. "Not at all, 'Mione!"

"Well, Cal and Mikey seem to be preoccupied at the moment," Hermione hinted jokingly.

Mikey faced Calum who was still on the floor, groaning in pain as he held on to his family jewels. "That's what he gets," he taunted. "You try to teabag someone, you get hit in the balls."

"But why," Calum wheezed.

Hermione padded over to the dark-haired boy and help him up from the floor slowly. "Are you okay, Cal?"

"Yeah."

"Now, you guys said you would help me decorate this place," Hermione phrased as a question. She hoped that they had remembered their agreement from the previous night.

"Of course," Luke interjected.

"Some of my friends are coming over and I want this room to look presentable," Hermione exclaimed, dashing over to the small kitchen to begin cleaning.

"Alright, boys, let's get to work," Ashton declared.

After some time, the five Gryffindors finished decorating their joint common room.

Michael managed to hook-up a few of his game consoles to the TV. The game consoles and the new cable DVR were placed on the newly-produced shelves that hung just below the TV.

Luke placed a muggle computer on top of the desk. He knew that at some point during the year, someone would need to look something up on the internet for homework and study purposes.

Two large bookcases were conjured up on either side of the entrance to the room. Hermione was more than happy to share her movies with her roommates, so she placed them on the shelves in case someone wanted to borrow them. Also, Michael placed some of his video games for the same purpose.

Calum and Ashton stocked their refrigerator and cabinets with various foods from the school kitchens-with McGonagall's permission, of course.

Hermione hung some curtains to cover the windows and dusted the entire room.

In addition to installing the computer, Luke vacuumed and distributed random bits of furniture where they were needed.

Ashton and Calum worked together to polish the table tops and wash and put away the dishes.

The group high-fived each other and waited for their friends' arrival.

A loud banging noise coming from the outside caught Hermione's attention. She scurried towards the portrait hole and opened the door to find her three best friends smiling at her.

"'Mione," Harry cheered.

Hermione's eyes crinkled as she grinned at the sight of her best friends.

"Guys, you made it," she beamed, hugging Harry, Ginny, and Ron. "Come in, come in!"

The three Gryffindors nodded and followed their friend into her room. They gasped as they saw how great the common room looked.

"Welcome, fellow classmates," Ashton hollered, extending his arms out as if showing off the room.

"Hey, guys," Harry, Ron, and Ginny greeted at the same time. They broke apart and started looking around at the details of the room.

"Please, make yourselves at home," Luke offered politely.

"We'd love to stay and hang out with you guys," Michael spoke awkwardly, "but we have a mandatory rehearsal to start."

"But we can all hang out if you guys are still here by the time we're done," Calum put in.

Ron popped his head out from the inside of the refrigerator. "Yeah, that sounds cool," Ron agreed with his mouth full of food.

"For fuck's sake, Ron," Ginny groaned. "Can't you stop eating for a minute!"

The others giggled at the playful banter between the Weasley siblings.

"See you guys later," Michael called.

Luke, Ashton, and Calum followed Michael into one of the band members' rooms.

"Hermione, I'm so jealous," Harry put in. "You get to live in this cool room. This blows the Gryffindor common room out of the water!"

"We just decorated this place before you guys got here," Hermione truthfully told.

"Well it looks great," Ginny exclaimed.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny resumed inspecting the room's details and occasionally commented on the furnishings. Assuming they were done looking at everything, Hermione addressed them.

"So, do you guys want to watch a movie," Hermione asked.

"Sure," the others approved.

Ron, Harry, and Ginny sat down on the couch while Hermione picked out a movie.

Hermione rummaged through the movies on the shelf with a concentrated expression for a few minutes before deciding on one. "Does Dirty Dancing sound okay," the Head Girl questioned without turning to face them.

She heard a unanimous "yes" and popped the disk into Michael's Playstation 3. After turning off all of the lights, she plopped herself in the seat between Ron and Harry and waited for the movie to start.

Throughout the movie, Hermione kept stealing glances at Ron. Occasionally, he would catch her looking at him and throw her a small grin before turning back to the movie. When he did catch her staring, Hermione's heart would start pounding hard against her chest and a small shade of red would creep up on her face. Hermione didn't know what possessed her to look his way, but she kept doing it anyway. Inside her head, Hermione's feelings were completely jumbled, a small occurrence she never experienced before. Hermione knew after Ron first got together with Lavender she said she didn't love Ron anymore, but she thought that maybe he had changed. After all, he broke up with Lavender for her, right? That's got to say something!

Ron would be lying if he said that he didn't think what she was doing was adorable. He was guilty of staring at her as well. However, she remained oblivious to his glances. Feeling confident, Ron raised his right arm and carefully placed them over her shoulders. Immediately, Hermione relaxed into him, sighing in content.

A few more minutes later, Harry stood up. "I'm sorry, we have to go," he whispered, gesturing between him and Ginny, who appeared to be falling asleep. "She's getting really sleepy."

"That's fine, Harry," Hermione assured. "I'll see you tomorrow, then?"

Harry nodded. "Thank you for having us over." Then, he turned to face Ron. "Are you coming, Ron?"

"I'll catch up with you guys later," Ron answered.

"Alright then," Harry continued. Next, he turned to Ginny and gently shook her awake. After stirring in her sleepy state for a few minutes, she finally woke up.

Without saying anything, Ginny walked toward the portrait hole. Harry began following his red-headed crush, but stopped to bid his friends goodbye. "I'll see you two in the morning. Thanks for having us over, 'Mione!"

"Anytime, Harry."

As soon as their friend walked out of the portrait hole, they craned their heads back to the movie and assumed their prior position on the sofa.

When the two main characters in the movie began to kiss, Ron slowly moved his face to meet Hermione's. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see Ron face her, so she turned her attention away from the film and focused on him.

Barely audible, Ron whispered. "Hermione."

She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, the echoes of which resonated within her own body. Anticipating what would happen next, she acknowledged him. "Yes, Ron?"

Ron's struggled to find the right words to say, and Hermione could sense his uncertainty as he gulped. "I-I-I'm…I love you."

Hermione's eyes grew wider. Did he really just say that or was she just imagining things? And if he really did say it, did he mean it? Her features softened as she sighed. "Ron," she breathed airily.

As they stared into each other's eyes without saying any words, Ron's hand moved to stroke her cheek. Out of her own volition, Hermione's hands found their way to the back of his neck. Their faces moved closer and closer together, slowly and carefully.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she brought herself closer to Ron. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach as she anticipated what would happen next. Suddenly, and for the third time, Hermione felt her lips press against Ron's.

The pair managed to tune out the sounds coming from the movie, and thus only heard the sounds of their lips against one another's. Hermione's had experience kissing prior to Ron, but this was the first one that escalated quickly; and that thought made her a little nervous, yet excited.

Feeling confident, Ron slowly lowered her on the couch until her back gently hit the cushions. The two Gryffindors pulled apart, both breathing heavily. Hermione stared up at Ron through her long eyelashes as he stared back at her.

"So beautiful," he sighed, before kissing Hermione once again.

Strangely, Ron's kiss didn't feel awkward or embarrassing at all, perhaps because Hermione knew that she was slowly catching feelings for her best friend. It just felt natural and safe.

A small moan elicited from Hermione as they continued kissing, causing Ron to mentally pat himself on the back. Smoothly, the red-haired boy slowly kissed down Hermione's face until he stopped at her neck. He looked up at Hermione as if to ask for her permission to continue.

"Ron," she uttered. "Please."

With that Ron, began kissing her neck, nipping and sucking on random places. As soon as Ron made contact with a certain spot on her neck, Hermione bit her lip as her breath hitched. She didn't know what came over her or what she was feeling, but she was enjoying it. When Ron was finished kissing her neck, he brought his face back up to hers and began kissing her lips again.

A throaty groan escaped Ron's throat as he began caressing her sides.

Draco's mind was swirling with a mess of random thoughts after he left Hermione alone in the bathroom. And by random thoughts, he meant naughty. The blond Slytherin applauded himself for not letting himself give in so easily. How he managed to get out of that bathtub without completely ravishing her is beyond him-he was certain that there was the possibility of taking her right then and there in the back of his mind.

While silently congratulating himself, the Head Boy put on his sleepwear: black boxers and a baggy, black shirt. Remembering he had some homework, Malfoy took out some pieces of parchment from his bag, grabbed his textbooks from his bookshelf, and fished out some quills from his desk drawer. After selecting which quill he wanted to use, he dipped it into an ink well and began writing.

"At least I don't have a lot of homework," the blond whispered to himself.

An hour and a half past when Draco finished his homework without stress. After putting his supplies away, Draco stepped toward the corner where his guitar stood. Having nothing else to do, Draco picked up his guitar, sat down on his bed, and tuned a few strings.

A small grumble interrupted Draco's newest rendition of one of his favorite songs. Gently clutching his stomach, he decided to go down to the kitchen to look for something to eat.

After putting his guitar down on his bed, Draco padded towards the door to the common room and exited. With each step he took, he heard his stomach growl as if to let the whole world know that he was hungry.

Irritated at the noise his stomach was making, he stopped abruptly and looked down at the culprit. "Oh, hush it, you," he quietly scolded.

After successfully quieting his stomach down, he pressed on. Draco could hear the sounds of the TV becoming louder and clearer as he got closer. Thinking nothing of it, he padded forward until he stopped dead in his tracks. His jaw hung open at the sight in front of him.

Hermione Granger, the Head Girl, Gryffindor's good girl, Draco's love, was pinned on the couch, underneath Ron Weasley while their lips smacked against each other's. Ron's hands were travelling up her blouse while she softly moaned into his mouth. Her eyes were closed, meaning that she hadn't noticed Draco in the doorway, not that she would've noticed him anyway, given the current situation.

Seeing Hermione kiss Weasley of all people made Draco's heart shatter into a million little pieces. He knew now that there was no way that Hermione would give him the time of day, and that made him even more upset. Draco no longer felt hungry. Instead, jealously soon took over his body-he could feel it coursing through his veins as he watched the scene in front of him. His normal blue eyes quickly turned into an angry red tinge as he thought of Weasley King with Hermione. He needed to do something to stop this and fast!

Draco plastered his face into an angry expression. "Now what the fuck is this," he barked furiously, causing the Gryffindors on the couch to hastily pull apart from each other. The Slytherin smirked to himself when the two finally separated. He flicked on the lights to see two red-faced Griffindors, both clearly embarrassed to have been caught in a heated make-out session.

Hermione and Ron quickly stood up and turned to face an angry Malfoy.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Malfoy," Hermione shrieked.

Draco scoffed. "What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not the one snogging some weasel."

At this point, Ron lunged forward. "Now you're asking for it, Ferret!" He dashed forward hoping to punch Malfoy square in the jaw, but unfortunately for him, Hermione stepped in front of the two of them.

"Let me handle this, okay," Hermione reasoned.

Seething with anger, Ron snapped his head towards Malfoy, who was looking smug with this arms crossed over his chest. Turning back to Hermione, his face softened. "Fine," he sighed. "I'll see you at breakfast, okay?"

Hermione nodded and watched him walk out of the common room.

Draco followed Ron to the doorway to the portrait hole, but didn't follow him out. "Aww do you have to leave so soon, Weasley? Why don't you stay the night? I'll give you something to slip into," Draco fake-begged. "Like a coma," he snorted.

"Fuck off, Malfoy," Hermione shouted in his face.

"Oh, stop it, please," Malfoy pleaded sarcastically. "You're scaring me!" His features contorted into a look of feigned horror.

"Go piss up a flagpole!"

Malfoy returned to his state of anger. "Why the hell were you sucking face with him on my sofa?"

"That's none of your business, asshole! And if I recall correctly, this is my sofa, too, and that means I can do whatever I want with it whenever I please," she mocked him while quoting what he said to her in the bathtub. Hermione smirked when she saw the look of annoyance grace the Slytherin's face.

He let out a disgusted scowl. "Whatever," he hissed. I don't want to see you and your disgusting boyfriend devouring each other's faces in here again! If I'm going to be living in here, I want this place to be as clean as possible. I don't need two annoying Griffindors contaminating the place."

Hermione's jaw clenched as her hands balled into fists. "Ron is not my boyfriend. And the only person contaminating this place is your pride, you foul, serpentine asswipe," she spat, stomping towards her room.

"I bet you Weaselbee wouldn've been able to give it to you, anyway."

"What," she asked incredulously, turning to face him.

Smirking, Malfoy continued. "I bet he isn't man enough to take you on the big O-llercoaster ride."

The Head Girl's eyes grew bigger and angrier. "Excuse me," she exclaimed, clearly insulted. "Do you know who you're talking to," she shrieked.

He shrugged, the smirk still evident in his face. "I'm aware," he uttered. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. Your virginity was literally hanging on a thread no more than two minutes ago!"

Embarrassment is just an understatement of what Hermione felt. Her face turned red as she shifted uncomfortable where she currently stood. He strutted over to where she was standing. "You know, if you're looking for a man to make you feel like a woman, I'm just next door," he whispered in her ear, causing shivers to go down her back. " And I could give it to you all night, baby."

Hermione raised her voice, again. Only this time, it was louder than before. "Malfoy, I swear to Merlin I'm going to castrate you right now if you don't fucking stuff it!"

Deciding to play on her nerves a little more he chuckled. "You know, you're pretty sexy when you're angry."

The Head Girl had enough of Malfoy's bullshit. She was going to end this, right now. Faster than Malfoy could blink, she whipped out her wand and aimed it at his neck. "Alright you fucking di-"

"Is there a problem here," a voice interrupted.

Draco and Hermione turned their heads and caught Luke in the doorway with a serious look.

"No," Hermione answered softly, lowering her wand. "We're fine, Luke."

Draco looked between Hermione and Luke, then darted to his room. He slammed the door shut and plopped himself onto his bed.