A Drabble about jealous Hermione please!

fun! i haven't had a tumblr prompt in a while, and this one is irresistible 🖤 (feel free to send me a prompt if you want more)

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There were grass stains on her wedding dress.

Every molecule of oxygen in her body was wheezing its way out. Gasp-gasp-gasp. Like little foot soldiers knocked off, one by one. The world was spinning. Blue skies, for a blessed and belated union; singing songbirds someplace nearby, the hush of golden rods in the late afternoon glow.

“Granger!” His grey figure appeared, waving at the bottom of the hill, pinpointing her fluffy white silhouette like a lost lamb. “What’s wrong?” He was out of breath by the time he reached her.

Hermione pressed her shaking hands over her chest, motioning to her heart, begging it to please stop beating so hard, she couldn’t think straight. “It’s my wedding day and all I can think about is Padma Patil on your arm.”

Draco started gathering her skirts. “I can ask her to leave.”

“Don’t you get it!” She yanked them back. “I’m marrying another man but I’m-I’m—”

“You’re what?”

“Jealous.” She sighed. “I am jealous of the woman who gets to be by your side.”

“You love him. It’s just nerves. Come, we’ll get you cleaned up and—”

“Do you want me to marry him?”

“It’s not about what I want. You are in love with him—”

“But I don’t think I am,” Hermione stated suddenly. “I’m imagining him with another woman. And it’s not pleasant. But it’s not…” Her eyes caught on his face. The molecules of oxygen were dissipating again. “Intolerable.”

“You’re just experiencing a moment of doubt.”

“Don’t you love me? Is that what it is?”

“Of course I love you!” Draco exploded. “I love you to bloody bits.”

“But do you love me enough to want me by your side?”

“I love you in all the ways,” Draco said. “And that’s why I’m telling you to get up and do this now. I’ll be here for you tomorrow, and the day after that. Just because you’re married to another man doesn’t mean you’re losing me.”

“But I am,” she said. “Eventually you’ll fall in love with someone else.”

Draco shook his head. “You’re overwhelmed right now. You’re not thinking straight.”

“I’m in love with you.”

“Hermione—”

“Do you hear me? I’m in love with you, Draco. I can’t see you with another woman. I can’t—”

“Hermione.” Draco took her face between his palms. “You love him more than me.”

“I don’t.”

“You always have.”

“But—”

“He comes with a support system. He’s loved by everyone. He fits into your life. You’ll resent me if I took you away from him.” Draco looked sorry to say it, but the conviction in his eyes was louder than regret.

“I love you,” she repeated, her gaze dropping to his lips. “Don’t make me marry him.”

He swallowed roughly. “I know you. You always put their happiness first. That’s what makes you happy.”

“Not this time.” She shook her head stubbornly.

“He’s your best friend.”

“You’re my Man of Honour, you idiot!”

“He’s your groom!”

“I don’t want him.” She clutched her stomach. “Oh God. I’m going to be sick.”

Draco started tugging her skirt again, trying to clear a patch of grass beside her.

“No-no. I’m fine.” She swallowed deeply. Gulping in the countryside air, opaque with pollen. The crisp green scent of the overgrown grass. Oxygen was growing thin again. “I can’t marry him. I can’t. I can’t.”

“Okay.” He took her shoulders, rubbing heat into them. Even though she felt too hot. Too claustrophobic in her burdensome dress. His hands slipped behind her neck, massaging the stiffness until the tension melted away. His eyes softened, a flicker of hope in the deep grey. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to leave.”

He nodded like he’d expected that. “With me?”

“Please.” She squeezed his wrist. “Promise you’ll come?”

“You’re the only reason I’m here. I’ll follow you anywhere, Granger.”

Draco helped Hermione stand, brushing off the grass from her dress even though it was pointless. She was not getting married, and certainly never in this dress. He drew her into his arms. “It’s okay,” he whispered against her cheek. “I’ll always be here.” And then he reached for his wand, and they vanished.

(695 words, alternately if you would like a drunk jealous hermione with no filter might I suggest this drabble i wrote a while ago?)