Draco didn't move when the rest of the Slytherin table got up to leave breakfast, too lost in his thoughts to realize it was time to go to his first class. You noticed and paused on your way out of the Great Hall, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"You alright?"

He looked up at you, a complete stranger, looking at him without an ounce of disappointment or disdain- in fact, you were offering him a small smile -and he nodded, shaking himself out of his worries. You dropped your hand and he felt as if his shoulder was suddenly quite cold without that warmth. Not used to the sensation, he shivered as he stood up and nodded again at you. You started to walk away, but he called to you, and you paused, looking back with another warm smile at the one word:

"Thanks."