It had been nagging him for days and today its pitch was loudest. Do it, Malfoy, it would be so easy.

The look on her face when he did it would send pleasure tingling down his spine and she would know the dire feeling of rejection that had been haunting him.
She would crumple onto the ground and gasp only briefly then all his problems would be gone.

How dare she anyway, throw away such a promise that was him. The greatest and only heir to the fabled Malfoy heritage, such pure blood flowed only in his veins.
The nerve of her to turn and stab them all in the back, that - that traitor...

They were meant to be together, their children would have been the revolution to this days tyranny. Yet she shunned him and chose instead her, that mudblood bitch.

Draco Malfoy sulked in the courtyard and watched Hermione chat with her, they looked so innocent. Simple best friends gossiping about cute boys and school grades.
Then Ginny leaned closer to Hermione and whispered into her ear. Hermione giggled and turned her head. They kissed.
Malfoy twisted his face into a sneer, many insults bubbling in his mind.

Yes, it would be easy, and painless for everyone. Except her, she deserved it however, for being a seductress. Malfoy's palms grew clammy, his heart raced in his ribs and he could hear the roar of his genteel blood. Moving slowly he placed his hand into his pocket, his wand felt warm while he traced the out line of it.
The heat could no longer be contained, and this dragon needed freedom.

He withdrew the wand and held it discretely at his thigh.

Avada Kedavra.