Draco looked at Ginny--honestly looked at her--and couldn't help but stare as the world tilted dangerously for a second or two. Ginny had chosen him over Harry. Oh, Merlin. He breathed hard for a few moments, unwillingly lowering his arms from around her.
"You..." he whispered awkwardly, not knowing how to start. She'd given up something she wanted her whole life, for him? "Go back to Potter, Ginny," his mouth spoke before he could quite catch up with it. The defense mechanism settled itself in, forcing him away from what he'd almost been about to say. What he'd almost been about to show. "You don't want to lose that perfect, golden relationship. I'm not fucking worth it." He glanced at her sincerely, but his eyes showed chaos, and confusion. Draco was trapped in more ways than one, and if it's one thing that any Slytherin hated, it was that feeling of being trapped and not being able to back out of it.