Thankfully she'd finished her giddy bout of giggling by the time Draco stepped through and she smiled at him, wide and pleased when he stepped through. He looked, well, he looked as he always did to her, handsome and aristocratic, but there was something about him lately, something a little fragile that made her want to reach out and brush his hair back, or take care of him. It was a ridiculous urge, of course. He was Draco Malfoy, he hardly needed a little fifth year looking after him, or getting ideas. Still... he'd been awfully gentlemanly, like she'd always half-secretly hoped. It was hard NOT to get hopeful.
"Well, hello there," she said, unable to help sounding pleased to see him. "Imagine meeting you here."