"So you what? Want to pretend?" he demanded, anger sizzling beneath his skin. He didn't want to have to deal with this. He wanted to go back to his drunken denial in the fucking cellar – he didn't want to have to sit opposite her and think about how he had done the wrong thing, and wonder whether he should do something about it. Fuck, Draco knew he shouldn't have broken up with Hermione, but that didn't mean they should get back together.