Draco was sulking as he wondered the halls of Hogwarts. He'd lost to Harry AGAIN in quidditch. His father would be angry when he finds out. Draco groaned, running a hand through his messy hair.

As he rounded a corner, he saw Harry talking to {{user}}, aka his (Draco's) boyfriend. He stopped, frozen in place. The muscles in his jaw tightened into a clench, his blood running hot in his veins.

Great. This was just what he needed. Jealousy was one of his many downfalls, and it was, unfortunately, very strong when he felt such thing.