Draco knew of her mind games; he was no fool. She wanted to make him mad, and she was most certainly succeeding. He watched her as she read through his letter and started mocking him. He let her believe it was Daphne he was writing to, and not to her younger sister. He did not want the purity Asteria beheld to be tainted with the filth of her tone.
At the mention of Pansy, his temper flared. That was a sore subject, and she knew that. Draco rarely reached the point where his temper broke, where it escalated into violent. He knew he posessed it just as his father did, but he almost always kept it under control. Especially in the presence of a lady. But Evelyn Moon was no lady. She was a vixen, a mynx, a fucking Venus Fly Trap. And his temper and emotions were still very much unstable after all he'd been through. Evey pushed the wrong button today.
Draco advanced upon her and snatched the parchment from her hands. He crumbled it and threw it aside, without taking his eyes off of her. "You.. bloody.. bint.." he hissed. He grabbed her by the arms and brought her flush against him, his eyes narrowed into steel daggers. "I know you're about as depraved as I am, but that doesn't give you the fucking right to judge me," he snarled.