"Watch it mugblood". It's the first thing that Draco can think to say to HER other than the taboo whirlwind of thoughts that invade his head. This has been their first physical encounter, an accidental collision in the center of a busy hallway but he knows better than to let it slide, not in front of a crowd of on looking slytherins. No, even SHE must pay.
The woman glares at him but remains silent with a dark determined look in her eyes. He expects her to say something, to hit him, make some, any form of contact but is disappointed as a second Griffindor steps beside her.
He hates him. The tall awkward looking redhead that has caught the eye of HIS Angelina and a Weasley no less. In a flash this man's hand has wrapped around Angelina's and Draco watches on in awe and disgust as the woman's eyes soften upon him . If the anticipated hit would not hurt Draco what he saw sure did. In a moment the sinking feeling returns and rather than force it down he replaces it with a surge of anger.
That night and for many after he lays in the silence of his room and plays in his mind again and again the feeling of her body pressed against his own and wonders if he has ever felt more alone.