Draco Malfoy woke that morning cross as could be, which was really quite considerable when you took the idea that he was in Slytherin and not Hufflepuff. He stood, washed and dressed, and ventured out of his room to brave...
The Inquisition
Draco was perfectly well aware that he was making a rather bigger deal of this than the circumstances actually warranted. But then again, so was everyone else. Pansy, as well as the Greengrass sisters, wanted to know just exactly what had happened. Draco knew them well, well enough to know that they'd not be satisfied without some shaggy dog story or another. However, Draco Malfoy didn't intend to give them a dram, a jot, or even an iota of what had occurred. And, for reasons that seemed to escape him, he had also decided not to lie.
As to that last, it was probably because they were Slytherin, and would spot a lie from a hundred meters. Not that they'd judge him a mountebank for the slip, just that it would look highly suspicious.
Staying quiet was safer, at least for now. From the pursed lip look that Pansy was giving him, she was fully wroth at him. As he sat gracefully in his chair and prepared to ring the bell for breakfast service, Pansy plopped in his lap, without a word.
Oh, so it was that game, was it? Draco Malfoy thought crossly. Pansy was infuriated with his refusal to talk with her, and thus was giving him the silent treatment. To make matters more awkward, she thought the silent war would be best conducted from within his own lap. At least she wasn't squirming.
As Draco calmly rang the bell (insouciantly ignoring the jealous looks of the Greengrass girls), Pansy squeaked at the mountain of food that Draco's elf left in the middle of the table.
Apparently Draco had spoken too soon, as Pansy squirmed in her unbecoming haste to consume as much of the crepes Suzette as possible.
It was going to be a long day.
[a/n: The boys are eating. They're just less intrusive about the whole bit. Leave a review!]