"No," Draco snorted. "It was be easy enough to think that he had, but I think it might have started before he even showed up. And there's..." He hissed, making a helpless gesture with one hand before it came to rest on her leg again. "I see it going two ways, in my mind, everything. There's what happened, Potter saw me and I left just as quickly and went to Dumb - " He he stopped himself, at least biting back a true admission of what a traitor he was. "And there's the way it feels like it should have gone. Us dueling. I think I should have been hurt somehow, or ... I don't know." He knew he wasn't making any sense at all. How could he have thought any of this might have made sense to her?