Draco honestly just wanted to his himself over the head with a blunt object, repeatedly. Why couldn't he just keep his big gob shut for two bloody seconds? Why did he have to just say whatever his stupid head told him to say all the time?<br/>"I honestly have no idea anymore," he stated in a rushed voice, biting his bottom lip again. He felt like a teenage girl around her first crush, and he loathed that feeling. It was awful, and he didn't really know what to do about it, or even how to act normally.<br/>He looked down at his own feet again, deciding that that was the safer option for him.