"But that's not loathing in your eyes, Draco, darling. And she's looking over here with the exact same sickly longing you have on your face right now." Pansy raised an eyebrow and Draco let his head fall back against the tree trunk, staring up at the brightening stars through the tree branches. They wouldn't be moving out for a while yet. Midnight, Lupin had said, after he, Shacklebolt, and the three Aurors had consulted with Pansy about the werewolves" activities.