"Funny, you didn't sound very sarcastic," Draco said. He was standing up now as well. He had heard everything. Except for her to admit that there was something besides 'like'. Granted, she had a point, he was bringing up something that had happned well before their first encounter, but it didn't help. He was jealous, and he was admiting he was jealous.
Until she said THE word. The word that they never brought up. Not once. He supposed that was as close as he was going to get to her saying it, but he was still angry at her for mocking him. He stalked over to her, walking her backwards so that she ended up against the wall. "And why the bloody hell do you think I'm so fucking MENTAL over the whole thing?" he asked. "I heard every thing you said. YOu said 'hexed' not 'TORTURED'. Did you listen to me, or just assume that I'm being an arse to BE an arse? Do you want me to say it, Ginevra? Fine. I love you, dammit, and the idea of ANYONE having a hold on you makes me completely insane. Fuck you too. Don't feel shit for me, then." He was going to add he didn't care...which was a lie. Instead, he kissed her. Hard. Knowing she would slap the hell out of him for it.