"Well, first he puffed out his chest and ordered me to take care of you, and when I pointed out that he hadn't done a very good job of it himself, he accused me of laying hands on you, and I, of course, assured him that was not the case." That was the watered down, pleasant version, sugar-coated with a cherry on top, just for her.
Draco's lips quirked at her obvious fishing for reassurance, but gave it to her anyway. "No, you haven't. People are just exceptionally talented at dragging you into it."