"Because it was just that stupid room, Theo!" Draco shouldered out of Theo’s hold and threw his arm off of his shoulders. He took a couple steps away from Theo before he turned back around, eyes locked on Theo. "What did you think would happen? You locked us in a room laced with a lust spell? And, yes, she said things, I said things, but none of that fucking matters. None of the words in there matter. Because at the end of the day, I’m still that same Slytherin pratt who bullied her day in and day out." Draco was yelling then - each sentence coming out harsher than the last. "I’m still the Death Eater that held Dumbledore at wandpoint. I’m still the git that needed her testimony to avoid getting sent to Azkaban." 