"We might as well eat with you guys," Draco explained, "Scuse me," a fourth year shot Draco a disgruntled look, but reluctantly shuffled their way down the table so that Draco could sit himself down next to Harry, "Since we’ve got Care of Magical Creatures together," Pansy had seated herself next to Ron, and delicately served herself some soup, as if she were worried there was something contagious at the table and if she were too heavy handed, she would catch it, "Good morning?"  