Draco's face, previously contorted with a mix of concern and disapproval, slacked. "You don't – Penny, don't you remember?" His eyes danced across her face, and she slowly turned her head from one side to the other. "Fuck, Pen." Draco raked a bloodied hand – Was he bleeding? Was it her blood? It had to be, right? – through his hair and sighed. "You fell. Slipped, I think."