Making his way to the refreshments, Draco couldn’t help but watch her float across the dance floor in Krum’s arms. The way she was laughing and smiling at him as if she didn’t have a care in the world twisted Draco’s insides in the most uncomfortable way. Why should he care that she’s having a great time on the arm of a Bulgarian quidditch star? He continued to watch as he plucked up two goblets of pumpkin juice, one for Pansy and one for himself. 