Leaning into Pansy's embrace, Draco gave his friend a serious glance. "Panse. I don't know what the hell I'm doing," he remarked obviously, offering her a small smile once they were outside.
"I don't know if I should have gone into the Auror programme, love. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time, but it's only made my life almost as complicated as...as before, if not more complicated. And now this thing with the Weaselette..." Draco slipped back into his old nickname for Ginny without even thinking. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing with her. At first it was brilliant. I could have a girlfriend and get revenge on Potter and the Weasel for stabbing her in the back, plus my own revenge as well. But now? Potter was supposedly drugged to think he was bloody gay, and I swear the git's...jealous of me. We made nice, and he's never even said a damn word to me even while we're both at the Weasley's place. Which, by the way, is atrocious." Draco wrinkled his nose momentarily. He wasn't going to mention the overly-stuffed sofas being fantastic, however.