"I can protect myself, Draco," she snapped. Her eyes drooped, and she fought to keep them open. The numbness of the medicine was warming her from the inside out; drops of perspiration forming on the base of her neck. "And since when did you preach about honesty? You don't seem to need to know what Narcissa is ever up to, especially when it involves Astoria. So, why the bloody hell do you care now?"