Draco just nodded again. To all of it. The puking, the love, it was all mixed up inside of him and he didn't know what was what anymore.
"I do love him. Told him so. Over and over. He doesn't believe me. Figures I'm up to some, some Slytherin tricks or whatever. He broke up with me, you know. Five, six times? I didn't let him though. Told him he can't get rid of me that easily. I'll still be there, even if he doesn't want me to. Even if he doesn't love me like I love him. I mean, I'm not Ron and I can't read his bloody mind so why should he love me, huh? I'm just, trying to get something from him like everyone else. All because I thought the damn fight he had with you was stupid. And it was, it was very bloody stupid! And now I'm going to spend the rest of my life getting house elves to track stupid bloody Potter down so I can force him to spend time with me so he'll see I'm not going to leave him like he expects me too! I am a fucking Malfoy and I am more stubborn than he will ever know!"
He swung the bottle wildly toward Theo, just missing his head, before remembering he'd offered a drink and giving it to his friend.