Draco used to beg for affection, love. He searched for it everywhere. He sought it in the Slytherin girls he dragged behind library stacks, in the drunken, scantily clad muggle women that hung over him in clubs. He spent his formative years doing everything he thought would bring him that feeling of closeness. But the temporary feeling was just that; temporary. It took the edge off at the cost of deepening the chasm.  