"He's still me," spat Draco, his expression solid despite her anger, and her angrily hitting his sofa. None of that phased Draco--not after some of the stuff he'd seen in his life before now. Draco had a major choice here to make, he knew. The easy way out would be to lie to Ginny, tell her that yes, she was absolutely right in the fact that this had all been a game. But he wasn't going to take the easy way out, not this time, at least.
"Maybe we did have something, Ginny, maybe we still do. Hell, how the hell am I supposed to know what something is?" blurted Draco frantically. "People don't bloody well change as quickly as you claim for me to have changed, just like you can't tell me, honestly, that you still don't bloody well love Harry Potter!" Draco's voice rose a little when he mentioned Harry's name. He couldn't force her into the same corner he'd found himself rightly backed into, that wouldn't be fair. "And for your information, my life doesn't bloody revolve around sex. In fact, I was a damn virgin until just last month, when Blaise...when we..." Draco trailed off, not quite ready to share that with her. "I'd barely done anything more than kissing anyone up until then, so how dare you fucking accuse me of wanting to just make you another notch on my bedpost? I'm not that stupid, nor am I that foolish, either!"