The first time she came across Draco crying in the girl's loo, she turned and walked away. They weren't friends, were barely not-enemies, and his motivations were suspect.
The second time, she conjured him a facecloth and left.
She didn't believe in coincidences, so the third time saw her punching him in the arm. "What are you playing at?"
Red-rimmed eyes locked with hers. "Tori says you can help?"
"..."
"He's leveraging my mother."
A single thought - Narcissa's lie - and she knows her choice. "Your mother will be fine."
"You won't help?!"
"...sorry."