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Throughout the entire feast he tried to keep his attention on his friends. Yes, he still had friends. To them it wasn't a big deal that he hadn't been able to kill Dumbledore; it had still gotten done, had it not? He succeeded in getting the Death Eaters into the castle, which was more than they could ever do as a sixteen year old. It didn't matter to them that now his whole family was viewed as failures, that Voldemort took too much pleasure in humiliating them. These things did matter to Draco, though. All he could think about how he had let his entire family down. Now, because of him, it was a shock that they were all still alive. Hell, they wouldn't be alive if it hadn't been for Snape.
At the thought of his Potions Professor-no, his new headmaster- Draco slid his eyes to the man now occupying Dumbledore's old chair. Their eyes locked for a moment, before Snape's roamed across the hall in the direction that Draco had been avoiding all night. It was where she sat and Draco knew it. Draco's eyes narrowed as he followed Snape's. How dare he try to make Draco look there? Things were different this year, and it was his fault for that too. Giving in to the temptation, Draco let his eyes fall upon her.
She looked tired, he observed, but her lack of sleep didn't stop her from talking to Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas in a quick and quiet way. Whatever she was saying, it must have been important, because the two boys couldn't take their eyes off of her. Draco was considering what she could be talking about. Was she talking about Potter? It was likely; everyone wanted to know where The Boy Who Lived was these days, and she was his girlfriend for awhile last year, it would only make sense that she would know where he was. Draco actually let out a small growl at the thought of her dating Potter. He knew better than anyone about their relationship, but he mustn't think of that right now. Maybe they were discussing the new 'teachers' that had been hired this year. Two Death Eaters and the man who killed Dumbledore being in high positions for this school was a very popular topic among the students who weren't in Slytherin.
Draco was considering another topic that their conversation could have been about, when suddenly he wasn't just looking at this girl anymore, but he was staring right into her brown eyes. As soon as he realized she had discovered him looking at her, he felt his heart stop and his blood run cold. The glare that she was giving him right now could have made anybody-possibly Voldemort himself-pause his in his actions. It was full of more than just anger; hatred, no, loathing and revenge. Draco hadn't been on the receiving end of one of her glares since-
But no, he must not think of those times now, either.
Looking back at Snape, Draco shook his head, answering the man's question. He would not be continuing his affair with Ginny Weasley.
"But why?" Snape asked once again, his steps quickening in his frustration, making his pitch black robes billow more wildly behind him.
Draco sped up, but only slightly, "Because, I could tell just by her look that it's over for her." He was tired. He didn't want to have this conversation right now. All he wanted to do was try to erase that look from his memory.
Snape sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose as he led Draco up the stairs to his Head Boy dormitory. He had been the only person Draco confided in about his affair. Actually, confided was the wrong word. Snape had caught him and Ginny in the hallway once. He had heard their shouting and figured it was another family feud, but as he had gotten closer and made out the words, it was clearer than ever that it was a lover's quarrel. Since that day, Snape had been there for both of them, helping to hide their relationship as best as he could. From his own experience, he knew that classmates would be judgmental of any sort of relationship between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin; especially being a Weasley and a Malfoy. He understood forbidden love all too well.
"If only you could truly understand what it feels like to live without the one you care for, you wouldn't give up so quickly" Snape said.
"Well you should've told me that last year, eh?" Draco retorted bitterly.
Snape glared at him, "If I recall, she knew what you were and stuck by your side. What's changed?"
They had finally reached the dormitory and both just stood there, glaring at each other.
"It doesn't matter what's changed, all that matters is that it has." Draco finally replied before whispering his password and stepping inside, Snape following him in.
"Apparently, it hasn't changed. Not at all." Snape said in a low voice. Draco made no reply.
He was too shocked by Ginny Weasley, lying in his bed fast asleep