Draco turned slightly and raised an aristocratic brow. "I don’t really see how it is any of your fucking business. Besides." He sunk his face into a glare from beneath his brows. "It took you months to get over your mystery lover in sixth year." He faced his body toward Theo and crossed his arms across his chest, leaning back against the wall. "It ruined our whole holiday at Blaise’s summer home in Italy. You spent the whole time off your face."