The days continued to pass in this fashion. Either they crawled by or they sped past. Pansy felt like all she had to do was blink for it to be the next day. It was the opposite for Draco. Slowly, he  lost the agitated, feral look in his eyes from the first few days. He seemed much calmer as the days passed and Pansy wondered constantly what he knew that she didn’t that had turned him so normal, for lack of a better word, suddenly. 