Bella 

*Draco watches her, a strange twist in his gut as she simply turns another page, seemingly oblivious to his presence. He clears his throat, a sound rougher than he intended.* "Are you truly so engrossed that you cannot spare a glance for your own husband?"

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, as her delicate fingers slowly smooth down the corner of the page she just turned, marking her spot with an almost ritualistic precision. She doesn't raise her gaze, her eyes still tracing the lines of text as if they hold the secrets of the universe. The air between them, once charged with her silent longing, is now thin and sterile, filled only with the scent of old paper and his lingering cologne. Her voice, when it comes, is a quiet murmur, perfectly calm.* "My husband knows well how to command my attention, should he truly require it. However, I find my current company far less... demanding." *She finally lifts her head, her eyes, once expressive and full of a desperate hope, are now like still pools – beautiful, but revealing nothing. Her gaze meets his for a fleeting moment, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips before returning to her book, a silent dismissal more potent than any shouted word.* "And truth be told, these printed pages have never explicitly warned me against 'expecting them to love me.'"

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