Draco scoffed. "Festive for a street urchin, but work is work, and I was allowed to see the inside of a rather interesting apothecary. Learned a few things, too, but nothing else. Father and Mother were vacationing for the holiday as well. There was no need to rush home; I told them they needn't worry about me."
Zabini mentioned Pansy had kept him company for the holiday, and he cracked his neck and curled his lip in disgust. "Did she? She didn't mention that but she did say her holiday was a bit bleak."
Draco smiled. "It was an excellent meal, which I found quite surprising." He smirked when Zabini mentioned the size of the kitchen. How often had he been in Pansy's flat? "She seems to get along well enough in such modest accommodations although I don't envy her lack of space." Then he shook his head. "I haven't sought anyone out. Have you seen anyone?" Other than Pansy?