"That's enough delving into the past, I brought you here to show you my favourite portrait, not reminisce about the past." Draco's darkened gaze softened as he spoke, his menacing demeanor rapidly switching to a calm one.
"Right, what's the painting of?" She whispered softly.
"You." He replied.
"Oh, how unexpected." She muttered.
She had wanted to compose herself and hide the whiff of fear swirling around her but her shaky voice betrayed her.
Turning to face her, his eyes narrowed on her, hung on every slightest reaction she gave out "Are you repulsed by me, because I killed my mother and feel no regret for my sins?" His voice was calm, eerily calm, it made her lips subconsciously quiver, giving out her fear without meaning to.
