 He sat down on the chair and pulled Pansy into his lap, more out of habit than anything else. She obeyed without a word and stared at him the whole time as he was talking to the boys. He could feel her eyes on his face but didn’t spare a glance in her direction. Every time he said something, Pansy nodded and "oh"’d and "aaah"’d, playing her well-rehearsed role of a potential future Malfoy wife.