A Kiss of Jealousy

The following day dawned with a heavy tension lingering in the air as Draco made his way to Potions class. His mind was still reeling from the encounter with you—(Y/N)—the day before, your departure leaving him haunted by thoughts of what could have been.

As he entered the classroom, Draco's eyes scanned the room, searching for a glimpse of you among the students. But instead of finding you alone, his heart sank at the sight of you walking alongside Harry Potter, your laughter filling the air like a knife to his heart.

A surge of jealousy coursed through Draco's veins at the sight of you with his rival, his hands balling into fists at his sides, leaving crescent-shaped marks from his nails digging into his palms. He watched helplessly as you and Potter shared a moment, your laughter ringing in his ears like a mocking echo.

And then, to Draco's dismay, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to Potter's cheek, a simple gesture that sent a wave of rage crashing over him like a tidal wave. His jaw clenched as he fought to control the seething anger that threatened to consume him whole.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, Draco turned away, his eyes burning with unshed tears as he struggled to compose himself. He knew that he had no right to be jealous—that you were free to choose whoever you pleased. But try as he might, he couldn't shake the feeling of longing that gnawed at his insides, a longing for you and the love he feared he would never have.

As the lesson began, Draco forced himself to focus on his work, his mind clouded by thoughts of you and the kiss you had shared with Potter. But no matter how hard he tried to push them away, the memories lingered like a shadow, a constant reminder of the ,,love,, he had lost and the emptiness that now consumed him.