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Dead peonies.
They smell utterly outrageous.
Peony pink that shades with a yellowish green.
Number fives dancing thrillingly.
The demon with yellowish-green, hungry irises inside us stiffens up as if bubbles of boiling water it is. Scraps one of his claws along the bottom of your gut. Is a fire within us, it burns away all possible logic or reasoning.
All that remains is hatred, irrational anger, hostility and resentment. A wrench in your stomach.
Jealously.
Is a bitter flavour and its texture is sandy and dry.
Draco doesn't just feel jealously from other people — people he wants to kill with bare hands — if not, also from a pretty witch with particular black and white hair and green eyes.
Because he is possessive.
He does not share anything with anyone.
It's difficult now, because she also belongs to him.
How he could be jealous of someone that was his? Was that even possible?
He'd thought maybe those thinkings would go away according the time to finally stop being in an incessant competition with the witch he has hated for years.
That hasn't happened.
He's very much aware of that.
Hadn't reminded it — or preferred to ignore it for a bit longer.
But he definitely sees it now.
His eyes are narrowed.
The Malfoys' owl had entered the Great Hall with two letters between its peak. One a bit more full than the other.
She'd gotten the fatter one.
And also had the results of the little exams they had taken a few days ago just as practice.
She'd gotten one more point than him.
Oh, he really hates her right now.
He has already read his letter, no much of his interest, just his mother asking how things were and letting him know of a few things going around.
"Cissy says Maglor has went to your manor to see Mipsy," she chuckled still reading. "And asks if you already finished the book she sent."
"Could've asked that in my letter," he responded curtly and leaving the letter carelessly on the table before taking his goblet to his mouth.
She rolled her eyes playfully, it irritates him. "Don't be grumpy," she smiled.
He looked at her before drinking the pumpkin juice in the goblet in one. Gods, she infuriates him so fucking much.
