Not really a drabble here; it's more of a small snapshot. Perhaps it makes a little sense.
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I want…The words hovered on the tip of his tongue, but refused to take flight because, in truth, he didn't have the faintest idea what he wanted. For Draco Malfoy, those words had always been words of power, as effective as any charm. All he had ever had to do was utter them and find his slightest whim fulfilled. Spoiled? But of course, and he enjoyed it immensely. What was the point of practically drowning in oceans of Galleons if one didn't put it to good use and flaunt it when possible? And yet, as he stood alone in the Slytherin boy's dormitory, looking at the glass in the window but not really through it, he spoke the first two words aloud and stopped.
"I want…"
But what was there to demand, even if there had been someone to hear and comply? He already had all the possessions any student could want and own (and perhaps some that students weren't supposed to own). He didn't want a new cloak or silver rings that all but screamed prosperity. He didn't want some animal to call a pet; they were rather a waste of time, and his eagle owl at least worked for its keep. He didn't want to go home where it was cold, and neither did he want to stay here at Hogwarts where everything was going to the dogs.
Mildly irritated, he flung himself down on his bed and let his eyes fill with the dark green of the canopy above his head. His desires were answered to overflowing, but still a small hollow niche inside him bothered him with its vacant state. It pressed its nothingness into his center, pushing against the fullness that made up the rest of him, and perpetually whispered with ravenous lips into the silence of his soul.
"I want…I want…I want…"