Draco stayed silent.  His expression had hardly changed, only the faintest shift in his eyes as he seemed to trace her face.  Then he stood, and in a move almost identical to before Christmas, he moved her bag and sat in the seat next to her, except now he leaned back in the chair.  He studied her another moment, opened his mouth and shut it.  He did that a couple times.  He cleared his throat and didn’t meet her eye, rather toying with a ring on his pinky finger.