"Are you...all right?" she asked, tension writing itself around her eyes, a puzzled almost-hurt in her tone. She had been expecting him to turn bloody cartwheels or something, Draco realised belatedly, not sit here as blankly as if he'd been hit by a stupefy hex. He tried to pull himself together but he'd just had the possibility of a fucking happy future plonked in his lap without any ceremony. Just had entire, wonderful possibilities open up in front of him. Had bloody hope shoved down his throat and it had been so long since he'd had any that he was choking on it. Utterly fucking gobsmacked.