D—

You were exactly the kind of woman he could fall for. Intelligent enough to challenge him. Powerful enough not to need him. Confident enough to refuse to tolerate his nonsense. And, judging by the way you were looking at him, entirely capable of giving it straight back. Draco's stomach twisted. He wanted you. He hated that he wanted you. And the most unbearable part was that somewhere in the back of his mind, he could practically hear his mother's voice. ‘I told you.’ The thought made him want to laugh. Or swear. Or kiss you. Preferably all three.