"Last time I was there for her because she needed a damn potion, and that happens to be my expertise." Draco looked over at George now, an accusing glance in his eyes. "Then...we started to feel something for each other, and personally? I'm starting to think I jumped into this without thinking about it fully through. I've never had a bloody relationship before; hell, I've only just bloody well awakened my libido, if you must know." Draco gave George a serious glance, realizing he was spilling probably unnecessary information.
"She turned away Potter for me, George. How the fuck can I...even think about turning away from her like this? I've...bloody hell." Draco abruptly stopped talking, flushing a little now as some colour came back into his cheeks. He was absolutely terrified and confused, and maybe not so ready to jump into this serious relationship stuff as he thought he'd been. At least, that's what he was trying to say to George. It wasn't working out so well.