"I guess—I guess so." he mindlessly strode across the room, getting closer to her. "Anyway, Draco should be here soon." She stated and her voice suddenly turned cold, harsh. Her back was still facing him but it was impossible not to notice the change in her stance. Craning her neck, she reached out for the band holding her hair in the messy bun on her head and let it fall loose over her shoulders. And he wanted to ask, even though he desperately wanted Draco to be here— to ask why the hell was Draco's presence necessary, why would they make him watch this. 