Pansy had been staring at his stump for what felt like forever – just silently drinking, and drinking, and drinking, and staring down at it. Too drunk to care whether she was being rude or not, Draco supposed. The awkwardness had drained out of the air a little although his arse was starting to go numb from sitting in the same position for so long, and Merlin, he was bored to death. He leaned his head back against the wall and wondered what Hermione was doing. Remembered what they'd done earlier.