Draco, we might be sleeping together but I swear to God I feel more alone with you than I did when I was single.  I watch and I wait, hoping you will notice me, see me standing in your shadow, waiting for you to smile at me, to say you love me.  But your attention is, as usual, completely focused on her, hell, on anything else, instead of me.
 
How many more times will I stand here, burning with jealousy and eaten up by guilt, before I decide that I have had enough?
 
At least another hundred fucking times today.