"There you go, Draco, dear. Eat up, won’t you? You’re far too thin." Molly floated a plate of shortbread and a cup of tea onto the table in front of him, and watched him like a hawk until he mumbled thanks and took a cautious sip of the tea. "Ron won’t be bothering you again, dear. I had a little word with him," Molly said conversationally, and Draco choked discreetly on his tea.