Draco couldn't stop the laughter. He'd been so worried, and this was what she was hiding? That she wrote silly little novels about women with heaving breasts and wizards who had to save them from peril? Not that he'd ever read any of them - but honestly, it was ridiculous. "I didn't - " he started, still laughing, but then she was rushing past him and he started to get the feeling that he'd upset her, somehow.