It grated for his mother to be pushing Pansy upon him and couching it in those apologetic terms, insisting that she wasn't pushing the Slytherin girl at him when that was exactly what she was doing. After a long moment Draco tried to let the anger go and straightened. Lifted his head and looked to Hermione, who was just finishing the first letter. She finished, folded it back up neatly, and sat there clutching it in her lap and nibbling her lip, staring down at it.