Pansy knew Draco was too weak.
He didn’t have the guts to tell her how much he despised her-and although she knew it already, she didn’t want to let go of the habit of being with him.
Thankfully he was too weak to admit his own imperfection; the moving picture of his young self holding the hand of a blushing blond girl was all he could hold on to
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