Draco kept his eyes on her as she carefully made her way to the same chair she'd occupied the last time they'd been here. Her eyes stayed on her socks-clad feet, though he didn't think it was because she was avoiding looking at him. He'd seen her do this before, move carefully, watching her hands or feet intently. He wondered if it was due to whatever havoc not having her magic was doing to her body or if it was simply how she was now. He was going to ask and he was going to find out. He needed to hear everything, hear it all, before he could decide whether to close that door - the one he'd left open for her every day since that moment after the Yule Ball in Fourth year, or leave it as it was - open.