"Who?" Draco said, because all he managed to pull out of that was that she was talking about a man who wasn't him, which irked him more than he wanted to admit at the moment. "And about what? Honestly, Astoria, I'm sorry...." Though he still wasn't entirely sure what he was sorry for, other than making her cry. He did move to sit by her on the bed, just beside her shoulders, his fingers awkwardly finding her hair and stroking softly.