Draco's smirk was enough to answer Theo's question, the one he was so afraid to ask out loud. He didn't have to say anything else, nor a single word, because he already knew. Malfoy decided to speak nevertheless, to twist the proverbial knife in his guts. His words were directed to hurt, to cause pain. And so they did. So seemingly innocent, yet so heartbreaking. Traitorous. "I guess we'll never know."