"Was I engaged the first time you were inside her? The second? The fucking fiftieth?" When Blaise wouldn't (or couldn't) respond, Draco snorted, "I fucking thought so. Why, Zabini? What could possibly compel you to do this? No, no. Don't tell me. It's you, after all. And she's a woman. Nevermind who she was to me. She's just another conquest to you, yeah? A notch on your bedpost? Something to warm your bed when you're bored? Or is it deeper than that? Is she a means to an end? Something for you to take, to have? To hold over my head? To rub in my face - that you've made her come more recently than I have? That she's let you between her legs after abandoning us all?" Blaise's face was contorted with rage now, a flush steadily drowning out his dark complexion. Draco kept pushing, likely seeing what Theo did: a dam about to break. "Is that all it is, Zabini? A way to get a leg up on me? You've always come in second, haven't you? Even now, even with her. But that doesn't matter, does it? When all she is to you is a warm -"