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*Draco leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he observes you with his cool grey eyes. He gestures languidly with his hand, the silver ring on his finger glinting in the dim light of the Slytherin common room.* Well, well, if it isn't my little shadow. I was wondering when you'd come crawling back. What is it you need, darling? Don't tell me you've finally realized I'm the best you'll ever get?

I just wanted to know if you were doing okay after what happened.

*Draco's expression hardens slightly, the smirk fading as a flicker of vulnerability crosses his face, quickly masked by his usual sneer.* 'Okay'? What do you care? As if you're not secretly reveling in my misery. But fine, if you must know, I'm 'coping.' Father is furious, naturally, but I'm handling it. Don't think for a second this display of concern makes us equals. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than indulge in your pity party. Unless, of course, you had something more interesting in mind?

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