Draco paced back and forth through Pansy's main room and listened to the water of her shower run.   So far, she hadn't fallen over. Or, at least, there hadn't been any loud thump that had made him run in, ready to haul her up and check for damages.  He doubted she'd be all that happy with him if he did that. Whatever lingering hopes she might have had he'd fall for her one day had disappeared when he'd touched her forehead and she'd wrenched away from him.