"Hello, Draco," Pansy said collectedly, and he couldn't help but choke out half a laugh. He had just burst in on her, probably wild-eyed and half-mad looking, and Pansy simply smiled at him and said hello; pallid and worn thin, eyes dull and sunken in her face, but perfectly calm and composed. Typical Pansy – she could face any situation with enough self-control for ten people. Draco couldn't, not right now. Not enough time spent around other people needing to hide his true feelings and keep up the mask. So much of the past few months he'd spent alone down here or with Hermione in private, and in neither case did he need to keep up the flawless mask.