She had to stop to really consider how she would answer his question. Draco continued to be an enigma. One moment she couldn't stand the very sight of him and then the next she was worried about him and wished to know that he was all right. Few people had ever had that effect on her. Was it just simply because he was a leftover remnant from an adolescence that was stolen from her or was there something much more complicated at play? It was infuriating to not know the truth.