"As your head of house Mister Malfoy, they are indeed my concern - they become even more acutely my concern when your father is sending me howlers at two in the morning!" Snape’s tone descended from disdain to downright fury, but he cut himself off when he caught sight of Harry; he sneered, but his heart didn’t really seem in it - his eyes lingered at Harry’s throat before pointedly looking away - Harry imagined it was difficult to maintain a consistent level of disdain for the teenager who’s life you had saved a few days earlier, "Eves-dropping are we Mister Potter?" Draco looked sharply over his shoulder and Harry abandoned any pretence of approaching quietly, "Ten points from Gryffindor,"  