Harry and Ginny's laughter echoed mockingly after him. Draco rested against the cool stone of the corridor and his head fell limply back. His grey eyes were closed yet he couldn't get the images of the couple cuddling.
Draco sighes and pounds his fist back into the wall lifting himself, he walks slowly, the saunter gone. Hanging his head he begins to mutter under his breath.
"What does she have that I don't?' he grinds his teeth together. "So what? She's a girl, she's got breasts…and can have his children…" he shakes his head trying to clear his thoughts but the image of Harry and Ginny kissing wouldn't leave. They looked so happy together.
"She can't give him what I can. I could buy him whatever he desires. Anything he wants is his." Draco pauses as he glances around the empty common room. He had walked as if in a trance, automatically he walked to the dungeons of the castle that were as dark as his mood and as icy as his anger. No one was there to see him in his agony. He began his walk to his bed. The bed that was cold and looked so deserted in the large room. He began to argue with himself again as violently as before,
"I always do as I'm told. Mother and father would disown me if they knew about this-this un…natural longing, but how can I stop what I feel?" his thoughts swirled like a whirlpool, faster and faster, raging as though to spill over and out of his mouth.
Draco laid down pulling the thick blankets over his head. A tear slipped down his cheek and soaked into the cloth. Suddenly his thoughts calmed and became tranquil pond, reflected in it's depths was one image, Ginny and Harry laughing and kissing, having a family. Draco himself left in the frigid shadows alone and emotionless.
"What does she have that I don't?"
His love.