"Oh trust me Draco. Where she is concerned I have no need to do anything, let alone start those silly little rumours."
Crossing and recrossing her legs smoothly with only a rustle of fabric, she stared at the boy in front of him. She'd never loved him ; no Parkinson would be foolish enough to get involved where her heart could be damaged.
Still, there had been a definate sting involved when she'd heard about his involvement with Astoria.
"Daphne might have claws, Draco but I assure you mine are sharper."