"I showered her with gifts," he said, a serene smile crossing his face. "There wasn't a day that went by when there wasn't some small gift wrapped trinket on her desk."
"You're exaggerating," I said. I'm not going to lie; it reminded me of how little affection he showed me.
"No, I'm not," he replied, and it struck me that he was telling the truth. You would think I'm cruel and heartless, with kidnapping Draco and leaving you these shards of glass, but really, I'm like you. Broken. You just seem to be handling it better. At least I didn't have a one-night stand with Weasley.
"Blaise helped me occasionally," he continued. "It was pretty obvious that it was me, despite my best efforts."
"What kind of gifts?" I asked, a little desperately.
"Flowers," he whispered. I urged him to take another drink. He complied, and continued, voice growing stronger. "Jewellery. Unnecessary. They would have been of more use to a charity."
He turned to me suddenly, his expression sharp, too sharp for Veritaserum. When he spoke again, it only broke me further.
"You're a better person than you give yourself credit for."
"Not for long," I said, giving him more Veritaserum.
