This is for the 120-Phrases Challenge. Each chapter will be a one-shot based off the next phrase or word on the list, and the prompt will be the chapter title. I probably won't be using the same characters for every one, so I'm not really sure who I should have put for the main character.

Love

It was Thurday morning, and the school was just settling in for breakfast. Before he'd really started eating, Draco Malfoy's eagle owl swooped down to land gracefully on the table next to his plate, dropping a large package that Draco was certain was full of sweets from his parents. The owl fluffed its feathers almost primly and set off for the owlery.

Draco glanced across to the Gryffindor table, where he could just see Potter surrounded by his classmates. So far, Potter had only recieved one letter, and Draco wasn't one to waste any time before rubbing it in.

He stared moodily at the boy, with no guardians of note alive who cared for him, chatting amiably with his friends. He remembered his father once mentioning Potter's parents in passing, that they were completely insufferable... and apparently, perfect for each other. Draco slowly brought his gaze back to his own house's table, bringing the package of sweets closer to him and opening it with fake hautiness. Potter's parents were dead, but supposedly they had been happy togeather while they were alive.

Draco finished his breakfast quickly without saying anything else to his classmates. He wondered, bitterly, if his own parents had ever been happy togeather. Perhaps before Voldemort had fallen and they had almost lost everything, or perhaps even earlier, before his father had become a Death Eater. Maybe before he'd become obsessed with purging mudbloods, he'd cared a little for his family.

As Draco pushed his unfinished plate forward, he wondered if his parents had ever loved each other. He knew they hadn't married for it, but perhaps at some point... But even more than that, he wondered if they'd ever loved him.

With disgust at himself, his parents, and everyone around him, Draco pushed his unfinished plate forward and stood, leaving Crabbe to grab his box of sweets. Still feeling bitter, he made sure to pass by the Gryffindor table on the way out, intending to point out Harry's lack of correspondance. When he got there however, he saw Longbottom clutching a Remembrall tightly in his hand, the smoke inside glowing a bloody red, and he snatched it out of the boy's hand.

Potter and Weasley both jumped to their feet, and before Malfoy could sneer out any insults, Professor McGonagall was behind him. "What's going on?"

"Malfoy's got my Remembrall, Professor."

Scowling and even more bitter than when he'd first stood up from his table, Draco quickly dropped the Remembrall back on the table. "Just looking," he said with a forced smirk, and slipped away with Crabbe and Goyle behind him. There would be other chances to mock the Gryffindors; after all, focusing on something outside himself always helped him to forget whatever was bothering him.

And he couldn't be the only one with doubts about his parents. After all, Potter had no one.

Once again, I'm a little disappointed with my ability to grasp a character inside a drabble. It worked so much smoother in my head. Maybe this whole challenge just isn't for me. Or maybe by the end of it, I'll have found my voice for these. Anyways, I desperately hope you enjoy reading it more than I enjoy re-reading it.