Title: Most Prized Possession
Author: sarahyyy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 318
Notes: For the "I Want the Fairy Tale" Valentine's Day Challenge 2009. Prompt from "Moulin Rogue": "It's not that I'm not a jealous man. I just don't like other people touching my things."
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“Draco Malfoy!” Hermione screeched as Ron fell onto the ground, unconscious, sporting a bleeding nose. “That was completely uncalled for!”
“No, it wasn’t,” he fumed.
“Yes, it was! You hit him! For no apparent reason!”
“I can assure you, Granger,” he met her eyes levelly as he spoke, “that I have a very good reason for hitting Weasley. You know I do.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Explain, Malfoy.”
“He had his filthy arms all over you, Granger! And if that wasn’t enough, he leaned in. He was going to kiss you! Him! Weasley! Weasley wanted to kiss you! Surely that constitutes as a good enough reason to knock the bloody winds out of him.”
The corners of her lips tipped up in a small smile. “Are you jealous, Malfoy?”
“Jealous? Me?” He smirked. “Never.”
“Then pray tell why you’d have any problems with Ron having his ‘arms all over me’?”
“I’m not jealous, Granger.” He resisted the urge to stick his tongue out childishly at her. “I just don’t like other people touching my things.”
She threw her head back as she chuckled. “So now I’m your ‘thing’, am I?”
“My most prized possession,” he said seriously.
She snorted. “Do you tell that to all the women you date?”
“Only the serious ones,” he gave her a one shouldered shrug, “And so far, you’ve been the only one.”
“If that hadn’t come out from you, Malfoy, it’d have almost been romantic.”
“And what is wrong with me saying that?” He frowned.
“You’re a Slytherin, my dear!” And then she laughed.
He effectively stopped her laughter when he pulled her closer by the waist until they were a mere hair’s breath away. “Why don’t you come back to the Manor with me and I’ll show you how much of a prized possession I think you are?”
She smiled coyly and pressed her lips against his.
Ron was effectively forgotten.