Love and Power

{4} Jealousy Did It

I didn't let Draco in for a week. I wouldn't talk to him, or look at him, I'd honestly completely ignore his entire existence. I only allowed him in when he earned it.

Potter had hexed the book on my desk. Draco had heard him whisper the curse from behind our table. It was meant to scream in my face when I opened it.

I had reached for the book and picked it up, but Draco whacked it out of my hands and countercursed it. Then cursed Potter's homework as he got it out of his bag. Causing all of his work to disappear from his page.

I had thanked Draco after realizing Potter had cursed my book. Pansy glared suspiciously at the two of us. The news of Draco and I's arranged marriage is still hidden.

But it was obvious that the whole of the Slytherin house was catching on. Especially considering I kept near Malfoy.

But every time I distanced myself from him, I remembered why I was being forced to marry him to begin with.

I had made sure he knew the only reason why I was going along with this was based purely on survival instincts. His response to that was an eye roll.

"Can I have my space, please," I scolded one evening on the way to the library to get books to study with. "You're literally on top of me."

"I can stand by you as I please," Draco fired back. Shooting a glare to the side of me as Granger passed by me. Grumbling under his breath. "I swear if Potter even tries to hex you or any of your things again she won't see the light of day ever again."

"Whoah," I snickered. "Easy, killer. You're starting to sound like your father. He hasn't bothered me since the last time you got him back. Calm down."

He rolled his eyes and continued on. "He still better watch himself. Him and Granger."

"Granger won't voluntarily hurt me. She's too good for that. She probably had Potter hex my book for her last week."

"Tell her face that," Draco growled.

"Okay, Malfoy," I sighed, realizing there's no way for me to win this argument. "You're right. You're always right. They're both out to kill me."

He settled on a chair at a table in the back section of the library. A rather secluded spot if you ask me. He's been weird like that lately.

I felt his eyes on me as I searched for a book in the shelf in front of the table.

"Can I help you?" I spoke out loud, not looking back at him.

"Can I not look at you?" He fired back.

"It's just driving me insane how much you just stare at me. Just because I tolerate you now doesn't mean I'm drooling over you."

"Yet," I didn't have to see his face to see the smirk. I heard it in his tone.

"You're confident," I snickered. "I'm hard to impress. Good luck."

"Orchideous," He sharply whispered. I turned around and saw a vase of my favorite flowers on the table. Black roses. My eyes widened in shock.

"How-,"

"You draw them on all of your assignments," He said. "And in textbooks. And on tables. It's hard not to notice."

"Impressive," I nodded and leaned down to smell them. A soft smile on my face as I breathed in the sweet scent of the roses. "They're beautiful."

"So are you," He mumbled silently. I heard it. I looked up at him, held his gaze for a few seconds, but then turned back to the bookshelf and continued scanning my eyes for the book I was looking for.