Damn Lucius. Draco's fist clenched around the coffee mug on the table top in front of him. Don't you dare get pregnant with some whore from Hogwarts unless you plan on marrying her... His father's words sunk hard into Draco's mind, and Draco had obeyed them with every ounce of soul he had. He refrained from anything, from even a first bloody kiss until sixth year, when he'd shared his first with Pansy. It had been right around the time when Draco's stress nearly wore him out completely.
At Blaise's words, Ginny came directly to mind. One hand ran through his hair slowly, and he looked up to Blaise wearily. "It seems I've got plenty to think on for the meanwhile," he murmured halfheartedly. This relationship was new, and poor Ginny had had enough heartbreak to last her a lifetime. He'd really be living up to his Slytherin name if he just...left her now, wouldn't he? Not to mention, all the work he'd done thus far on getting the Malfoy name back up into good honour would be in shambles. He'd worked himself into quite the mess, it seemed.