"Yeah. Sure. I will. Thanks," Draco managed to get the words out with awkward stiffness, and then pushed his way hurriedly into the crush of people streaming out of the lounge. He supposed Hermione would be overjoyed that Nymphadora had spoken to him and been so friendly. But Draco didn’t know what the hell to do with that friendliness. It just made him feel incredibly fucking uncomfortable. It had been what they wanted, for people to tolerate him. And now that one of them had, Draco wanted to avoid her like the bloody plague. It seemed wholly unnatural, to have an Order member treat him like he was a human being. Apart from Hermione, Mrs Weasley, and Lovegood, everyone had treated him like a dog that had bitten but couldn’t be put down; you had to remember to feed it, but that was about all.