Draco sulked, pouting for her benefit. "Want to. No-one should be touching you, Pansy. You're my girl." The words slipped out before he could think whether they'd be a good idea to say, in their current, uncertain situation. Still, they'd been said. He went past them as quickly as he could, hoping it would be something they could ignore until his trials were finished and he knew whether he could say it again, with feeling. "So Ollivander didn't even bother to tell you there were different types of heartstring? That's boll--useless. Did all that work on your own initiative, something that should have benefited him as well, and that's all you got?"