Draco's fork crashed to his plate with a bite of eggs still on it. When he looked up to meet her eyes she saw equal parts confusion and anger present his stormy grey eyes. She wished she could go back in time a few minutes earlier to prevent the words from tumbling out. The timing was awful and completely inappropriate. If it was possible, she thought he was even a bit embarrassed. There were only a few times in the twenty-seven years that they had been aware of the other's existence that she could remember him being so out of sorts. He looked as if he wanted to be anywhere else in the entire world than at his kitchen table.