Notes: I totally apologize for not updating this. I've been so busy with school lately, and soon, exams will be coming up, unfortunately. I hope everyone likes this though even though I know I have done so much better than this.
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Orange
He decided that the Weasley's hair was an ugly shade of orange in the late summer sun.
Not that he was in anyway interested in who or what the Weasle did or did not do.
The shade was so ugly and nasty that Draco swallowed the bile that started to creep its way up his throat.
It had nothing to do with the fact that the Weasley's arm was around Her- the mud blood. Nothing at all.
Her hair was the perfect shade of a light brown in the late summer sun unlike the ugly shade of orange that she was with.
He wasn't watching them from behind a tree, out of the corner of his eye as the two flirted and teased near the pond. He wasn't watching them at all. He just noticed these things.
He cringed as he heard her tinkling laughter, the one that sounded like bells. She only laughed like that when she was most amused.
He didn't clench his fists at the fact that the orange haired freak was making her laugh. He was angry at something else. His Potion's marks hadn't been the best lately.
He decided that it wasn't bloody fair. He, Draco Malfoy, always got what he wanted. Ever since he was born, what he wanted he got. How was it then that the orange hair had gotten the girl? How had he managed to capture her in his grasp? He was ginger. They had no souls right? He was Draco Malfoy. He had everything to offer, yet she left him for the orange.
The orange would never make her as happy as he would.
He would never admit his jealousy however.
He'd rather glower at the ground and watch them in secret as Hermione and the orange haired freak went about their lives.
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