She felt a bit like she was watching the scene from above; a mere spectator to Draco turning around slowly, gazing down at her with a contemptuous look. Because the Draco she’d come to know surely wouldn’t be acting like this. She was just watching a fucked up theater performance. One where the man pretends to turn back to his roots, but doesn’t  really.  She was begging for the curtain call. Where were the stage lights, announcing the end of the first act? But it seemed as if Draco Malfoy was reprising his greatest role, in the grand production of pure blood supremacy, and she was just the simple muggle born girl vying for his affections."A  mudblood  should have known better than to trust me"  Draco replied darkly, turning on his heel and leaving her alone to reflect on his dramatic and short-lived portrayal of a changed man.