Parvati often would daydream of seeing Draco like this: a moment when she could feel in control, as she so often felt out of control when they had been together. She had imagined being beautiful and happy, and him; not. She had thought with great relish how she would lord over him, a beautiful benevolent angel. Yet, in this moment, Parvati felt only a twinging at her heart. It was a testament to how much she had loved this boy, that even after all he had done to her, she still didn't appreciate seeing him like this.
Also, he stunk of cigarette smoke. The acrid smell made her want to sneeze.
Sitting awkwardly on a barstool nearby, she blinked. "Just wanted to pick up some food. I had a late shift - too lazy to cook. I live a few blocks down." Then realising the statement would be odd, since Patil Manor was over a hour away, continued, "My parents gave me a flat to stay in while I do my residency. I don't have a full time house-elf."
"You...um, look ..." She sucked on her bottom lip trying to think of a delicate way of putting it, "not so well ... are you okay?"