Draco could put on a brave face, and he could act "normal". At least as close as normal came for him, but he also knew that there was no hiding from Harry how nervous he was. Harry was too close not to feel the tension, his own fingers so tightly holding to the slender, skilled digits of the "boy who lived".

"Well, that makes only you. I only saw a future grave so this is a damn surprise for me," he admitted, tones as regal and smug as they might have always been but the words were honest.

"I take it then she's not here?" He had been told, and he would much rather face Seamus and Dean than Pansy. He needed to avoid her at all costs in his mind, especially right now.

"Potter swore you would be. Guess you spend too much time working for him to know that."