____________________<br/><br/>Pansy returned to the dining room table with a fresh pot of coffee. Even in the comfort of her own home she was wearing heels, and for a moment it was only the sound of her shoes against the tiled floor that was heard in the lull of their conversation.<br/>Attentively pouring Draco another cup of coffee, her words came out of left field.<br/>"When are you going to tell me what the hell you and Potter are up to?"<br/>Pansy's voice remained silky sweet when she straightened her posture fully, getting Draco properly in her sight. There was, however, little joy behind her smile. "You've been here for hours and haven't said a word, so I'm assuming you're well aware that you're a mess around him."