If Draco found her behavior to be rude or odd, he didn't say anything. Since the beginning of the year he had had enough experience around the witch to understand something of her moods. One doesn't spend several days alone in a tent with someone else without learning at least some of what makes a person tick. Likely exhausted from his own adventures in the real world outside of the protective cocoon she had been living in, Draco made himself at home, lying back in the bed he'd used the last time he slept inside the tent.