[Envy] Seven Deadly Sins [Draco Malfoy]

Most people assume that I'm a jerk. An arrogant, spoiled, pretty boy who gets every single little thing in life he wants. One of those people who walks by everyone with their eyes straight ahead and nose pointed up. That's mostly true.
They say I'm the type of guy that girls fawn over. The bad boy, with the piercing blue eyes and trademark smirk. The one that every girl wants to be with just because they know they shouldn't. The total package. Wealth, good looks, and a helluva reputation. Everyone says I'm the type of guy that could have any girl he wanted. They say I'm going places. I wish I could meet these people. Seriously. I'd like to ask them where I'm going. Honestly, I have no clue.
Yes, I get most of the things I want. Of course I'm arrogant, you would be too if you were half as rich as me. Am I spoiled? Obviously, well to the poor eye. From the eyes of a rich, upstanding Pureblood wizard though, I'm slightly above average.
Sure, I have things. Who doesn't have things? I just have more than the common scum. Now look at me, really look, are your eyes burning? I highly doubt that. I am a pretty boy. Merlin, I'm the Slytherin prince. Royalty is always sexy, is part of the job description.
And the most important piece of the puzzle: I can't have the girl I want.
I can have every girl that I don't want. Sure, I could walk up to 99% of the girls in this school and drop down on one knee and propose. That 99% would say yes in an instant then go brag to everyone that she was the future Mrs. Draco Malfoy. She would hang on my arm, an accessory, content to be my slave for life. I don't want one of those girls. I want Carrie. But I can't have her.
The lip lock Oliver Wood has her in is proof of that.
I remember the first time I saw Carrie, really saw her. You see, she's a Gryffindor, so I never gave her a second glance. Until that day at the lake that is.
She was laying on the edge of the dock with one hand dangling lazily in the water. Her long, golden blonde hair was radiant in the sunlight. She glistened. Her entire figure seemed to be glowing, illuminated, as if she were an angel that had descended from Heaven for just this one day. I'll never forget that day. It was the first time I ever felt intimidated.
I walked over to the dock where she was playing with her fingers in the water. As I got closer, I could see that she was actually stroking the mane of a kelpie. Kelpies are gorgeous, shape shifting, water horses. Fictional, merely Celtic myths to muggles, like mermaids and the Loch Ness Monster. Even most wizards have forgotten their existence. Kelpies are so shy, they hardly ever allow a wizard to see them, let alone touch them.
I knew right then that Carrie was special.
The kelpie swam swiftly away the second it saw me. Carrie looked up in alarm, but when she saw me, shock faded from her face. She knew who I was, how I felt about Gryffindors, and she wasn't intimidated. In fact, a small half smile crept across her face. Was she laughing at me? Mocking me? Flirting with me? That smile made me feel transparent, like she could see right through me. It made me feel like she knew something important, something I would never know.
Maybe she did. I'll knew know now. All I know is that despite all my efforts, I was never good enough for her.
And that's what kills me the most.
I've never wanted to murder anyone until today. Seeing Oliver Wood run his filthy, undeserving fingers through Carrie's silky blonde hair brought out a reckless, blood thirsty side in me. And the way she smiled up at him, with that same half smile she'd shown me on the dock, made my insides lurch with envy. I wanted her so badly, but it could never happen.
The ugly, green monster of jealousy was firmly planted on my shoulder. It whispered doubts, false hope, and a mixture of emotions in my ear.
She kissed him again. I nearly broke into tears.
Me, Draco Malfoy, emotionless Slytherin prince, nearly at tears. What had this girl done to me?
He smiled when they broke the kiss and whispered something in her ear. She giggled and followed him inside the castle. They were holding hands.
I imagined wrapping my hands around Oliver's neck.
To this day, I remember Carrie and Oliver in the courtyard. Kissing, holding hands, sharing secrets. To this day, I want Carrie. And for some god damned reason, I'm sitting in the pew of this church, and she's walking by me.
She smiles and whispers, "Thanks for coming," as she passes.
Of course I came. I would be a horrible best friend if I didn't come to her wedding. Best friend, gag me now.
And now the ceremony is near a close. The minister announces it is time to kiss the bride. I let the hot tears flow down my cheeks as I watch them embrace. The minister just gave Carrie to Oliver. But in reality, he did so much more than that.
The jealousy monster chomped happily at the pool of envy encircling my whole body.
Oliver Wood is striding down the aisle now, on his arm, is my entire life.

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