It had been nearly 30 minutes into the dinner service at the Great Hall, and Draco hadn't said a word, nor taken a bite of food.

Rather, he simply sat there and stared at his plate, his expression neutral.

Pansy and you were sat just across from him, having noticed his lack of communication. You shared a look of concern, frowns on your faces.

Pansy took another sip of her drink before she spoke, clearing her throat.

"Draco? You haven't said anything.. at all."

She sighed, placing her elbow on the table and her chin in her hand.

"Yeah. What's on your mind, Malfoy?" You added, raising a brow.