Malfoy looked up when he was done, pale eyebrow raising in question, pale hand idly tugging a still loose, still damp, pale piece of hair behind his ear. "What is it, Potter? You look like you’ve seen some sort of ghost. I am serious," he continued, utterly oblivious to Harry’s senseless panic. "If you don’t leave to get ready now, you’re going to be late for breakfast and I will leave you here." 