Draco shrugged. It's not like he could tell her what the real reason was. Though, being moody, Draco knew that he really didn't need to come up with much of an excuse for a bad mood. "Potter and his crew of degenerates," he grumbled but didn't offer anymore.
"Something wrong?" Draco asked softly as his fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt that seemed just a little shorter than regulation length. Returning his attention to the potion, he grinned.
"Don't we have more to do to finish?" Pansy would likely need both her hands…