With Ginny's confession, Draco stiffened, unable to help but draw himself back inward. His arms remained around her, however, but they weren't as protective or as warm and welcoming as before. "Potion," he whispered weakly, licking his lips as he remembered Ginny's words from before all of this.
Hadn't she still fancied Harry? Wasn't Harry her soulmate, essentially? He'd just been her knight in shining armor, for just a short time. "I...I see," he remarked, his tone short and clipped now. Who was he to step into the relationship that could have been epic?