As Parvati slid out of Draco's grasp to answer her twinkling mobile, his hands fell heavily to his sides, and they curved ever so slightly-- as if in memory of what they had just briefly held, and would not hold again for a long time.
He couldn't bear to watch Parvati as she spoke to her boyfriend, but his ears hung onto every word. It wasn't the Love you that hurt. It was the familiarity that did.
And maybe, just maybe the fact that he hadn't mustered up the courage to tell her how much he still loved her, also hurt a little bit. Not that it would have done much good. But the selfish part of him wanted her to know. So that he could still have some form of tie to her.
But as she stood up with her take away, and kissed him on the cheek, he felt a wave of sickening humility crash through his hazy anger.
"I heard about your ball," was all he replied. "Unfortunately I have an appointment that day..." he trailed off, sitting back down, establishing the distance between them once more before she was out the door.
Too drunk at this point to handle thinking about the beautiful Gryffindor any longer, he decidedly shut her out of his mind as she left the dark, lonely pub. But as he mulled over his actions in terms of the diamond company, he swore he would get them back, and slowly began drawing violent, passionate circles and geometric shapes on the bar napkins scattered around him in light, artful lines.