"All right, I won’t then," she just said cheerily, and made no move to go back inside. Draco glanced at her, annoyed and suspicious, and she just smiled, still looking out at the garden. He scowled and did the same, staring unseeing at the gnarled old tree that occupied the centre of the garden. He didn’t like it when people reacted unpredictably. Anyone else would have gone back inside and left Draco alone, damnit. But she just had to stick around, perfectly serene and composed. Drinking her fucking cocoa contentedly.