He sat in the far back of the Three Broomsticks praying that no one he knew would come in, and see him 'licking his wounds'.
Course he was a Malfoy they weren't suppose to help anyone but themselves. But no he had to tell her. What did he get for his troubles? He got a bloody bat boogie hex and a black eye. It wasn't his fault Harry was cheating on her? Why that bloody insufferable red-headed woman felt the need to take her furry out on him he just didn't understand. 'Guess the truth really does hurt,' he muttered.