Jealousy; Draco Fanfiction

Kiss

The afternoon feast was dismal.
The atmosphere was awkward and it felt tense.

Pansy had sat directly opposite Nova, staring at her. On occasion she would cough to remind her that she was still there, tap her glass in a rhythm and hummed along with it purposely to annoy her.

She tried so hard not to react, but she lost it. Nova dropped her fork and it landed, loudly with a clatter, onto her plate, causing a few people to turn and see what the chaos was.

"Why are you being so annoying?!" Nova's voice had surprised her. It shocked her at how loud she had shouted and it echoed across the hall, causing more and more people to turn and stare.

"I thought I told you not to touch my boyfriend?" Pansy's eyes had narrowed, the tapping of her hands on the glass halted.

Anger was pulsating in Novas body, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the fast intakes of breath, steadying herself from exploding. She stood up, hand gripping wand.

"So I can't congratulate him by giving a friendly hug?"

"No, you can't. Oh, and by the way, I don't think he would even want you because you are a poor, pathetic, little mudblood-"

Nova lost it. She pulled out her want and directed it to Pansy's chest and bellowed, "Flipendo!" She took a step back as Pansy slammed into the wall behind her, causing the floor to cover with dust.

Slytherin house and the rest of the school burst into shock. Teachers had came behind Nova and grabbed her by the arms, dragging her out of the way and into the entrance hall. The rest was a blur, but she could still hear voices screaming and shouting and footsteps echoing off of the walls in the hallways.

Nova had gained back her strength. The world around her had came once more back into focus: she was in an office. The room was decorated with whirring sculptures and spherical moving objects, shelves which held book upon book, portraits of elderly people all snoozing in a chair, all wearing gowns of extravagant colours. The door after a few steps had opened, and professor Dumbledore and professor Snape walked through. Between them, Draco swaggered towards Nova and he, too, sat down in front of the desk.

Dumbledore had sat in the chair behind the table, facing Nova and Draco, while Snape paced left and right behind them.

"So..." Dumbledore had started, placing his elbows on the edge of the table, entwining his fingers together and looking at the pair with magnificently sparkling blue eyes, "Would someone like to enlighten me of the actions which had just taken place just a moment ago?"

Silence.

Nova's heart began to pump when she felt Draco's hand glide onto her knee, then onto her thigh, making her nervously shiver and causing her to squeamishly jump from her seat.

"Nova? Would you like to tell me what happened between you and miss Parkinson?"

"And don't lie... we know her side of the story already... if you do such of a thing you will be punished so harshly that- "

Dumbledore raised a hand to silence Snape; his words had failed to complete themselves. He returned to pacing left and right behind them, spectating the on-going interview.

"I- I was defending myself." Nova stammered.

"Defending yourself? From what?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled suddenly brighter, encouraging her to go on.

"I... I didn't mean to hurt her! I mean it! I didn't... she called me a Mudblood-" Draco snorted. "Think that's funny, do you? Just because your family is so well connected with the Dark Lord-!"