Envy – Insatiable desire – a desire to deprive other men of theirs.

Draco stared across the hall. There she sat between Potter and Weasley. Draco scowled, why was she so unobtainable? He wanted to take her away, out of their grasps, away from those who didn't deserve her perfect form. He glanced at Pansy Parkinson sat opposite him. No-one would ever desire her; she was far too common to be envied. Hermione was like no other. Smart yet refined. Sexy yet innocent. She seemed to hold everything inside, bringing out the right form at the right time. Draco scowled again as he watched Ron place his arm around Hermione's shoulders giving her a sideways hug. She wasn't to be treated that way. Draco stood and as if in a dream walked around the end of the Slytherin table, across the hall, past the Ravenclaw table, past the unabashedly gawping Hufflepuffs and up to the Gryffindor table and stormed down it until he stood directly behind Hermione. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. Ignoring the exclamations that arose from the seated Gryffindors, and Hermione's own shock he pulled her away. Those two didn't deserve to even be in her company.