"Then I shall strive to be the biggest prat." she stared at him as he gave her a large grin down at her then a small, and almost hidden smile took her lips. The bell to end lunch rang out and she blinked before looking down at her empty plate. "Let’s crack on then." she slipped out and stood holding out a hand to him. Draco took it, feeling her growing sense of frustration even better. He could sense too, that whatever he took from her had healed. He had a strange sort of sense about her, like this wasn’t something normal people did. The journals said it could take weeks or months in the case of muggles to recover. Sometimes days if it was a wizard or witch. 