She frowned, something in his voice catching her attention and she paused, looking up at him, studying his profile as he studied the fire. She took a deep breath, opened her mouth to say something and then closed it again. She glanced back at her book and then shut it after carefully marking her spot, and set it down. She got up and walked over, her footsteps barely making a sound on the thick rugs covering the stone floor. She stood a minute by his chair and then knelt down a little, to look up at him.
She felt ridiculous, moved by some impulse and the fact that, she really, really liked him. And he reminded her, for a minute, of her father when he worried about the war. "I realize this is none of my business, and you can cheerfully tell me to shove off. I know that you're hardly given to personal confidences, much less to some silly fifth year girl, but.. " She paused, taking another deep breath for courage. "Draco... are you alright?"