"Theo I.. I can’t do that to her, I’m going to ruin her, she’s too good for me - why is she my bond? Why me?" Draco’s eyes shone the lightest shade of silver, he stared at Theo across the table with his hands in his hair. The walls had come down now, he felt raw and overwhelmed. Mostly he felt the pull to her stronger than it had ever been, knowing she was in distress. It took everything in him to stay seated at the table and not go to her as his body craved.