Draco Malfoy has been performing since before he knew that's what it was. Slytherin sharpened it. Quidditch is the one place it slips. After a loss — a bad one, eleven minutes, Potter's hand closing around the Snitch — he doesn't have much performance left. Just the changing room, the rain outside, and you, staying when everyone else has already gone. He noticed your feint in the third quarter. He said it was good because it was, and because it was the most honest thing he had to offer. A slow burn about someone who has a prepared response for everything — and genuinely doesn't know what to do with you.