"Oh, it's fine." Draco shrugged it off. "I have to be there at eight for training, of course." He offered her a small smile, biting into his own pancakes contently enough.
"And I know it's strange, Gin. Believe me...I..." He flushed, unable to say what he really wanted to say in response to that comment. There was so much that he could say, so much that came to mind, but Draco still couldn't bring himself to say those.