Draco sat in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling. The girl had gone home, leaving him quite satisfied. But now, lying in his bed with the covers gathered at his midsection and his chest bared to the moonlight streaming in from the window, Draco's eyes could not close in sleep.
Painful flashes kept coming before his eyes. One moment, he pictured Allegra nearly throttling him with rage. The next, she was weeping pitiably. He rolled over on his side. The nightmares had entered the real world.
And then, something hit him…
He rolled out of bed, his bare feet stumbling on the wooden floor as he retrieved the box of unopened letters from Allegra from beneath his desk. Pulling the most recent letter, he gasped in horror.
The return address was Weasley's.
"No," Draco whispered. "She wouldn't…She couldn't. Weasley…That whore!"
He quickly grabbed a sweater, pulling it over his head as he ran to his desk. Slamming into his chair, he pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill.
"No," he muttered feverishly as he ran a hand through his already-messy blonde hair. "I'm not letting that Weasley scum steal my girlfriend from me. Who does she think she is, cheating on me? Does she even know who I am?"
Well, you did cheat on her first…
"Shut up," he told the voice in his head. "It doesn't matter…Moment of weakness. The point is, the woman I love is seeing that filthy Muggle lover behind my back…This has to be stopped."