"I'm sorry," he said again, wishing that something more comforting to say would come to him. "Er, I'm sure he won't do that again, though. Once he... calms down?" Draco gave a little shrug and looked down at their hands together. He knew it was time to ask the question that had been burning on his mind, but he had no idea how to ask it.
So he put it off. "How's Wulfric doing? Is he listening to you?" He had seemed like a very nice cat in the pet shop. Draco hoped Hermione was enjoying him. "Pansy got me a white kitten for my birthday. He's probably hiding under my bed, though. He gets spooked whenever he hears my roommates around. I guess he'll get used to them, though."