She couldn't return his languid kisses anymore. As soon as possible, she pushed him away, grabbed the sheet, covered herself, and got out of bed. He had hurt her, and anger and jealousy didn't give her any respite. It seemed that Draco, instead, had not noticed anything. Still dizzy from ecstasy, he tried to figure out what had gone wrong. He struggled to grab his underwear and stood up, touching his hair with a vaguely guilty expression.