"Somehow your face looks worse," he said darkly as Harry sunk down next to him. He pinched Harry’s chin between his forefinger and thumb, and tilted Harry’s face to the side to appreciate the bruising under his eyes better. He tsk’ed at what he saw. Harry, meanwhile, had frozen under his unexpected touch. Draco seemed to notice his reaction and released Harry’s face sharply. He angled himself away for a moment, looking down the table and busying himself with grabbing the pumpkin juice, and then a crust of bread to go with his stew. If Harry wasn’t mistaken, the song and dance had been to hide his face from Harry: his glass was full, and there was a half-eaten piece of bread on the side of his plate already. The fading flush to Draco’s cheeks might have been in his imagination though.