Draco changed in a matter of seconds and came back out wearing a pair of jeans. Then he took his place beside her on the sofa. "So, he wasn't happy, I take it?" he asked hesitantly. He didn't find himself bothered but what she had done. But he was worried over how upset she seemed. "Was he nasty to you? I suppose he was. It would make sense."
I am so bad at this, he thought, eyeing her hand but not taking it yet. Draco knew what he wanted, but he was having trouble giving in to it. He looked back up into her brown eyes expectantly.