Draco Malfoy forced his way through the hoards of students, half-formed thoughts running through his mind, confusing and angering him further.
He tried to remember why he was feeling like this, why he was so angry, but he couldn't.
Pushing over a first-year, he blinked away the tears frustratingly, he had to remember what on earth had gotten him in this frenzied rage.
And then, the memory returned to him so fast and hard he stopped short in the corridor, momentarily shocked.
"Draco, guess what!" a voice, a sweet, beautiful voice rang in his head.
In his memory, Draco turned around, feeling elated.
"What?" he asked curiously, catching the girl in her arms as she ran to him, and spinning her around.
Her long black curls settled around her porcelain face as he set her down beside him. She was almost a foot shorter than Draco.
She smiled her lovely, radiant smile at him and leaned in closer to his ear secretively. Draco's heart skipped a beat, and he listened closely.
"Someone asked me on a date to Hogsmeade this weekend!" she told him excitedly.
And that was when Draco's world as he knew it fell apart.
"What? Who?" he demanded, realising too late how angry his voice sounded,
Her face fell slightly, having not received the reaction she wanted, and replied quietly "Harry Potter."
Harry Potter.
Harry fucking Potter!
It was always Potter, Draco thought as he stormed into a corridor hidden by a tapestry.
He always got everything Draco wanted.
Fame, popularity, the teachers loved him, and now Tracey.
Tracey Davis, whom he had loved for almost six years, despite her half-blood status, because every time he saw her it was like the sun had just risen, he was filled with so much warmth and happiness.
Draco kicked the wall angrily, letting out a loud scream as he did so.
He was so angry!
All he could think about was Potter, he had to get him back for this. He wanted revenge, right now.
He breathed deeply through his nose, his long fingers curling into fists, and stalked back through the tapestry, and up the Grand Staircase, towards where he knew the Gryffindor common room would be.
He pushed past many students, not bothering to watch where he was going, bumping shoulders with many of them, and it wasn't until he knocked someone over completely, spilling their books across his path, did he stop.
The girl gasped in shock, and glared at him as she got to her feet, bending down to pick up her belongings.
"Do you mind watching where your going, Malfoy?" she hissed, tucking her books under her arms and beginning to walk in the direction he had been heading.
He stared after the girl, and hundreds of new ideas flooded into his head as she turned the corner to another staircase.
Granger. Precious Granger, who Potter cared about so much.
It would kill him if something were to happen to her, or Weasley.
Draco smiled a cruel smile, and followed Hermione cautiously.