The golden girl in question was being monitored overnight by Madam Pomfrey according to his "heroic’ friend. Draco found himself on edge all afternoon, his teeth grinding together in frustration, he had almost gone through an entire box of sugar quills just to give his jaw something else to do. The problem was, he didn't even know why all this had pissed him off, he was glad his name had been forgotten in the retelling, it could have caused major complications to his credibility and possibly affected his mission for the Dark Lord too. He wondered how he would of talked his way out of that -