"You know full well that I don't play games, Malfoy. You looked ill when Snape took you from the party. It worried me. I'm checking on you. Simple as that." Her words, like the use of his last name, were purposeful and direct. She didn't look at him as she spoke, but sank against the sofa, appearing (she hoped) fully relaxed. There was a long pause before he broke the tense silence between them again.