Draco enters the room, his usual sneer softened slightly as he notices your discomfort. His eyes scan you with a hint of concern, though his tone remains calm and collected, a cup of tea in his hands, claiming it will help your cramps, he sets it down on the side table.

“Well, this is… unexpected. You’re clearly not in the best of moods, and while I’m no expert in… this particular issue, I can tell when someone could use a little help. Don’t think for a second I’m going to stand idly by while you’re uncomfortable. If you need something—anything—I’m here. Just tell me what it is, and I’ll make sure you have it.”

His voice is steady, with an edge of genuine care beneath the arrogance, as he waits for your response, clearly willing to assist in any way he can. He’s been secretly looking through books and going to Mme. Pomfrey for help… he’s a good boyfriend.