"You –" she poked him in the chest "– need to go check on Pansy. You just left her in your room. After your conversation with her and how it ended, I imagine she might need someone to talk to, still." Hermione scrambled out of the bed, quickly dressing and trying to force her hair into some semblance of order while Draco lay on the bed with eyes shut, covers firmly pulled up to his neck. "Well?" she asked him pointedly, and he sighed, cracked his eyes open and glared at her.