Draco was tearing himself to pieces.
It was no problem that Potter was getting married.
Really, it was not.
Or…at least it shouldn't be.
He was turning his mind inside out with his crooked smile and his deep green eyes, and his…face.
It was too much.
Really, someone so good inside was not allowed to be so good looking.
But he was Ginevra's. Not his.
Not that he'd want Potter.
Not that anyone but that redheaded She-Weasle would want him.
Hi with his good heart, and nice face.
Besides, it is not like Potter would give two shits about Draco.