Nothing belongs to me.
XVII: Questioning
The two men sat facing each other, at their own separate ends of the table.
The younger of the two fidgeted in his seat. He wanted nothing more than to run away. This probably explained why he refused to meet the older man's eyes.
They both knew why he was here.
The tension in the room was almost unbearable, but that was understandable.
They weren't exactly the best of friends. In fact, there was only one thing that they had in common: their love for one Ginny Weasley. It was this very thing, actually, that had brought them together. It wouldn't be long now.
The older man broke the silence. "So, Draco…" He looked pained for a brief second. "Do you love my daughter much?"
"Yes – sir, Mr. Weasley s-sir."
There was a pregnant pause. Then –
"How much?"
Draco gulped, trying to still his quivering hands.
The interrogation had begun.