Chapter 13: Jealousy is Green.
Draco was walking around the school, trying to find some peace. He finally found solace in the infirmary. He rested on the bed, but he didn't go to sleep. He just lied there, thinking. He thought of his father. He was cruel and insane, but he couldn't hate him. No matter how much he insulted, scolded, and beat him, he still felt like he needed to please him. Nothing pleased him, except for Cass. He was also strict to her, but it wasn't as much as he was to him. He'd praise her even sometimes. It was just unfair, how he had to endure so much, and Cass had nothing to worry about. She was free. She could do anything. He just hated how she pitied him. She couldn't possibly understand. She was already perfect in their father's eyes.
Madame Pomfrey came into the room with a bottle shaped like a skeleton. She asked Draco what was wrong with him. He didn't know what to say. He just wanted to rest, but they wouldn't accept that, so he told her he had a stomach ache. She asked him some questions and she told him he could leave. Draco didn't want to leave, so he stayed. She moved on to Harry and treated him. Draco looked over to Harry. There were so many people from different houses worried about him. Harry had so many friends and allies. He didn't know how it was to be hated. Draco couldn't bear the sight of it, so he stood up and walked out in the most silent way. He was greeted by Crabbe and Goyle.
"Where were you mate, we didn't see you after the match."
"I had a stomach ache."
"Did you see it, then?"
"What?"
"Potter's arm. I heard it was was like pudding."
"It looked like licorice. I guess Lockhart really is an idiot."
"I thought he was a woman once."
The two were ridiculing Lockhart, and Draco just didn't care. He fiddled with the ring his father trusted to him a bit. He sighed and looked across the hall for something interesting. He saw Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley walking. Granger was walking rather fast and Weasley was struggling to keep up with her pace. Draco chuckled a bit. He realized that he admired Granger. She was smart, talented, brave, and quite pretty, and she was a mudblood! It was puzzling to him how someone so lowly excelled at almost everything. There was also Weasley, he was so carefree. He had nothing to worry about, but keeping up with his friends and his many siblings. Most importantly, he didn't have to try to get his parents' affection. It was given freely in every letter, word, and gesture. Draco just sighed and hung his head once again. There was one thing wherein he was better than anyone else. He decided to keep doing it years ago, and he's going to keep doing it for many years to come. He was good at being bad.
A/N: Short chapter, I know. It was just supposed to be a side story. Thank you, to super16simone, for recommending Draco's POV. By the way, Draco really has a ring. I just realized it when I was staring at a picture of him for inspiration. Having his picture really helps me come up with new ideas.