Chap. 4 Jealously
Draco and Hermione stepped out of the carriage...stagecoach...what have you, together arm in arm, as Draco led Hermione to the restaurant. 'Paradiso Centro' had ivy and white Christmas lights hanging from the copper-tin roof and climbing up the stone walls.
The couple was greeted by a dark, robust Italian man.
'Ah, Buena sera Senor Malfoy!'
'Ciao, Senor Gravto,' Draco replied as the man hugged him, 'How have you been?'
'Ah, business is great, personal life good as well, however I see yours has been kinder.' Gravto said, directing to Hermione.
'Yes, life as been going well for me recently, this is my fiancée, Hermione.' Draco said putting his arm around Hermione.
'Come sta?' Gravto asked Hermione.
'Ah, bene grazie.' Hermione smiled.
'I see your pretty fiancée knows some Italian.' Gravto smiled.
'A bit.' Hermione responded.
'Well, I shall show you to your table, Senor.' Gravto smiled.
Gravto led them through a crowded room. A room full of young Italian waiters that caught glimpses of Hermione and grinned...Draco noticed this too well.
They were seated at a well- candlelit table.
'Angelo will be your waiter, he'll be here in a momento. Enjoy.'
'Grazie.' Hermione smiled as Gravto walked away.
'Did you see all the guys that looked at you as we walked over here?' Draco asked.
'No, did they?' Hermione asked, trying to make it sound like no big deal.
'Yes. They did. We get a waiter named...Angelo. I might as well fuck it and leave now.'
'What are you talking about Draco? This place is wonderful, don't be so stupid.'
'Yeah...yeah...let's just see what happens when 'Angelo' comes.'
Hermione shook her head, but still smiled at him.
Then a young, handsome, dark haired man walked up to them with a bottle of wine.
'Saluto, Senor and Signora. Mi chiamo Angelo, would you like to taste some complementary wine?' Angelo asked, not taking his eyes from Hermione.
'Why is it complementary, because a pretty woman is sitting here?' Draco asked sharply.
'No, scusi, senor, it's free for all.' Angelo smiled nervously.
'Oh.'
'Yes, I would like to have some.' Hermione smiled.
Angelo poured happily.
'You, senor?'
'Fine.' Draco sighed angrily.
Hermione then kicked Draco under the table.
'I'll be back for your orders.' Angelo said walking away.
'Ow.' Draco cried, rubbing his shin.
'Stop being so rude!' Hermione yelled in a hushed tone.
'I will if you stop being so pleasant to him!'
'I'm just being polite, you should too.'
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They were finished with dinner at 7:15, 45 minutes before the play started. The food was excellent, so was the service, however Draco complained as they walked across the street to the theatre.
'Goddamn Italians...' Draco muttered.
'He was very nice, we had good service.' Hermione said smiling.
'He would have given you a good service...' He said under his breath.
'Draco! Stop!' Hermione yelled, stopping outside the theatre on the sidewalk. 'You've been grumpy since we sat down at that restaurant! You acted like an ass to Angelo and now your acting stupid here with me, I want to enjoy this night with you, please just shut up and let me enjoy it!'
'Well, maybe if you would stop flirting with everything that breathed i'd be able to enjoy myself too!' He yelled back, his arms flying about.
'Angelo, was just being nice, I wasn't flirting back, so just go on with life, Malfoy!'
'You were flirting, Granger. Laying it on thick if I might add, speaking Italian with him, tipping him extra!'
'That's not flirting you ass, he was a good waiter, so he get's a good tip.'
'You just wanted to tip him because he talked all prettily with you.'
'Prettily?
'Yeah, Italians are all pretty-like. They talk prettily and act it, girls love it I guess, and you were falling for it.'
'Pretty-like?'
'Yes god damnit, Italian guys are like European gays, they talk good and look good doing it.'
'Your so stupid.' Hermione said rolling her eyes.
'Hermione, every guy in that restaurant just stared at you.' Draco said.
'You being paranoid.' She snapped.
'It's true! The waiters' mouths dropped as you walked by, Angelo looked at you like a fat guy looks at doughnuts, mouth watering! Angelo would have given you the fucking dinner for free if you asked!'
Hermione stared at Draco a few seconds before laughing hysterically.
'What!' Draco demanded.
Hermione kept laughing, and held her sides from pain.
Draco glared at her and started to walk down the street.
'Draco!' Hermione cried, still giggling.
She ran after him and grabbed his arm, turning him around to look at her.
'I'm sorry, but I can't believe you just compared me to a dessert to a fat guy, it made me laugh, i'm really sorry.' She smiled.
She then realized he wasn't planning on laughing any time soon. She straightened herself and shook her head.
'Okay, i'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to act all girlie back at the restaurant, but i've never been there and I just wanted to have a good time. You shouldn't worry so much, why would I want some Italian who can't speak English, when i've got you standing here with me.' She said in all seriousness.
He looked in her big brown eyes that were pleading with him to calm down. He gently played with her slender fingers, and then looked at her beauty. She looked so elegant there, with her dark crimson dress, breasts peaking out of the black silk, curls adorning her pretty face.
'Hermione, you’re so beautiful, I have to worry.' He finally replied.
'No you don't.' She said stepping in, 'I won't go do anything stupid or mess around with other people...you know I only want to mess around with you.' She smiled as she said this softly into his ear.
He kissed her cheek softly.
'You want to go see a play?' He asked.
She nodded.
'C'mon let's go in.' He smiled taking her hand.
They walked into the large London Theatre and walked up to a ticket booth.
'Two for Hero and Leander.' Draco said to a young man, size and age of Draco.
'I'm sorry, we've been sold out of that show for weeks.'
'May I please speak with the manager.'
'Certainly.' the young blonde man said, leaving and going into another room.
A large balding man in a suit came out with the little ticket taker.
'May I be of some service?' The manager asked.
'Yes, I would like two tickets, name's Malfoy.' Draco smirked.
'Ahh! Mister Malfoy, I didn't recognise you without your wonderful mother!' The man said quickly, 'My sincerest apologies, we were not expecting you. Follow me to your box.'
Draco nodded and turned to Hermione and smiled.
They walked through a crowded common room. The room was filled with many older men, with younger women. There were also large groups of all ages of women. Hermione noticed one young woman in particular. The young woman was about Hermione's age, but taller and thinner, more of the run-way model physique. She had long blonde hair with stunning green eyes, which were staring at Draco questionably. Hermione noticed. The girl did not take her eyes of Draco. The girl was very beautiful, and her cream-colored gown was very fitting for her body type. The girl said something to a girl next to her, and then the brown haired friend nodded as she, too, looked over at Draco. The blonde beauty left the friend and started to walked toward Hermione and Draco.
'Draco!' The blonde called out.
Draco was talking to the manager and heard nothing.
'Draco!' The girl cried, about 10 feet away.
Draco was laughing with the manager when Hermione tapped him.
'Well, i'll see you later, Richard.' Draco said as he turned to Hermione.
'That woman is calling you.' Hermione said sharply.
Draco looked up. His smile quickly turned to a face of shock.
The blonde gracefully ran up to them, her long hair cascading down her back.
'Draco?' She asked smiling, green eyes fluttering.
'Seline?' He asked, eyebrows raised.
'Oh my god, Draco. It's been ages. How have you been?' The gorgeous blonde named Seline asked beaming.
'Good, you?'
'Oh, i'm doing fine.'
'What are you doing here?' He asked, still surprised.
'I'm in town, with Charlotte for the week. You remember Charlotte?' Seline asked, pointing over to the brunette who nodded to Draco.
'Yes, she was the hostess so long ago wasn't she?' Draco asked.
'You remember.' Seline sighed.
Hermione cleared her throat loudly, she was also angry that Draco had not even brought her up yet.
'Oh, this is Hermione.' Draco said, noticing Hermione's aggravation.
'Nice to meet you.' Seline said, 'How do you know each other?'
'I'm Draco's fiancée.' Hermione said boldly.
'You're engaged, Dray?' Seline asked, her beaming smile decreasing.
'Yes, as of Christmas.' Draco replied.
'Oh. Well, I should get back to my party. I hope to see you again soon, Draco.' Seline said smiling. Then she turned to Hermione, 'Nice meeting you.'
'Well, shall we go up to our box?' Draco asked, quickly changing the subject.
'Aren't you going to tell me who the gorgeous model is who took your breath away that you knew 'ages ago'?' Hermione asked mocking Seline's voice.
'I will.' Draco replied.
'You didn't even look at me when she came over!' Hermione cried.
'C'mon, 'Mione, let's go up to our box, we'll talk there.' He said as he grabbed her hand.
She pulled away, but followed him up.
Draco walked up a black winding staircase and opened a door in a hallway. Inside were two red cushioned chairs and a table, looking over a large stage and thousands of people awaiting the play in the audience. The box had a great view of the whole stage.
Draco sat down.
'Come sit with me.' He begged.
'No, you tell me who she was! She sure seemed to be fond of you!'
'I knew her when I was younger, she used to live near me, then she moved away.'
'Did you go out with her?' Hermione demanded.
'No, not really.'
'Is there anything else?'
'Yes. Remember when we got stuck in Snape's closet?'
'Yeah, what does that have to do with little miss blonde?' Hermione asked angrily.
'Hermione, just listen for a second.' He said standing up, going near her, but not in touching range.
'Okay. You have a second.'
'In Snape's closet, we talked about some things. Well, the last time I saw Seline was about 4 years ago, when I was 14.'
Hermione's eyes widened.
Draco continued.
'We were at a party, Charlotte's actually...' He mumbled.
'Oh my god...she was the one who you gave away your virginity to?' Hermione asked, voice shaking.
'I never saw her again, until now, after that night, Hermione.' Draco said, 'We were drunk, remember? I was stupid, so stupid, I told you about this...'
Hermione shook her head.
'Draco, she beamed when she saw you! You were in just as much surprise!' Hermione cried, 'Seline is gorgeous...she's the girl you first gave your innocence up for.'
'Hermione, it wasn't like that, you know it. It was stupid, I don't care for her, I love you, only you. I told you, this is the first time since then i've seen her.'
He stepped in closer, trying to take her hand. She hesitantly pulled back, thinking.
'You said she moved away.'
'She did. To Ireland.'
'When?' Hermione asked directly, nearly in tears.
'A few days after the party, actually.'
'So, that's why you never saw her again.'
'What?'
'You were friends, who had sex, then she moved away. Draco...if she hadn't moved away--'
Hermione said, silent tears running down her cheeks.
'If she hadn't moved away, we probably would have stopped being friends anyway, from awkwardness...you saw how uncomfortable we were down there.' Draco said quietly.
'I think she was uncomfortable because that night meant something to her, she obviously still cares for you, she lit up when you turned around to see her.' Hermione looked away from Draco.
'It doesn't matter how she feels. I don't love her, at all, I don't even know her anymore. Yes, she was the first person I had sex with, but it meant nothing. You are the only thing that means something to me, I don't want to lose you to anything, please don't let this hurt our relationship, Hermione, you liked me even when you thought I fucked every girl in Hogwarts, please don't let this hurt us.' He took her hand and she didn't pull back.
'I love you, Draco. I won't let this do anything to us. You know I had never done anything with a guy before you, it scares me to know that there is someone out there who had sex with you before I did, and now i've seen her and met her and she was beautiful, very beautiful...it just scared me.'
Draco shook his head.
'She's nothing when you’re here standing with me. There's no comparison, Hermione. I don't want you to be scared of anything, especially if i'm causing it.' He leaned down slowly, then looked up at her, she wasn't pulling away or moving back, so he moved in closer and kissed her forehead.
She went up on her tiptoes, to push up toward his soft lips.
'Will you come sit with me now?' He asked.
She nodded. Draco sat down, pulling Hermione and her huge dress onto his lap. They watched the play together in utopia.
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