He felt a bit like the world was closing in. Why the hell had she left last spring? Why the hell had he let her?
"They already made you sign the contract?" he asked quietly. He gently ran a strand of hair around his fingers, eyes not leaving hers now. They were beautiful, blue with that ring of navy around the outside, and he unconsciously stepped a little closer.
Draco Malfoy didn't deserve her. He had no idea what she was, what she deserved. It was hypocrisy, yes, but the other man was far more of a bastard than he had ever been, and a shrieking little Nancy boy on top of it all.