20. Anger
"Damn it, Ginny!" he yelled, slamming his fist into the wall. Nothing ever made him so furious. He had never been so mad in his life.
Her hands on his chest, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. Not Draco's chest and not Draco's shirt.
Rage pulsed through him.
His hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him at just the right moment.
Pain. Pain broke through the rage and the fury. It brought tears to his eyes, but he pushed them away.
HIs lips on her neck, tender. His lips were Draco's should have been.
Most of all, there was anger. There was nothing else now. Nothing but anger.
"I hope he can make you happy. Because he's all you have left." Draco said, turning on his heels to leave. "There's only one option left."
Ginny's broken sob froze him in his tracks. He wouldn't let her know just how angry and broken he was.