Letting George pull him into the other room, Draco stared at the redhead in silence for a few seconds with that stunned expression on his features still. It took him a few more seconds, even then, to gather the courage to actually speak to the older Weasley brother.
"I don't know what the fuck I'm doing," he finally blurted, coming to life all of a sudden. "And to be damned honest, I'm bloody terrified. I've never fucking done any of this before, nothing like it. I don't know what the hell I'm doing and I'm backed into a bloody corner!" Draco finally blurted out that key phrase, and he went white. Damn. Slytherins never gave away their train of thought that obviously to anyone. It went against everything. He was looking quite ready to just keel over, at this point, facing an angry Weasley defending their younger sister's honour. "Damned if I say yes, and damned if I say no!"