She hadn’t looked at Draco since the moment he had asked her to accompany him to the opening ceremony of Lukas Brown’s new store. Her beloved bookshop. She wanted to cry at the audacity of the man close to her expecting her to join the tragedy. To celebrate the loss of history on Diagon Alley. Really, if she had to look at him one more time when he was suggesting something so idiotic, she might jump his throat.