She shuddered faintly.Draco stared at her dazedly, wondering if he maybe were severely concussed. He wasn’t even sure which part made the least sense.“Anyway,” Hermione continued, picking up his clothing and rapidly folding it into a neat pile, apparently oblivious to the mess of information she’d just dumped on him. “While we were discussing my ambitions in life and who I should marry, you came up—” “I did?” Draco echoed, and the corner of his mouth quirked upward as a warm sense of elation come over him. Bless Pansy.