Harry only half listened, nodding in all the right places but not offering any comments or probing questions. He was unsurprised to hear that Fudge had taken the same approach as last time - having apparently slept through the confrontation this time, "I took the liberty of delivering your tournament winnings to your dorm room Harry," He was even less surprised to hear Fudge had, once again, administered the Dementor’s kiss upon Barty Crouch Jr. Somethings never changed. He didn’t precisely care about any of this though, if he was honest. His mind had returned to Draco, wondering where he was, and what he was doing, and if he had managed to figure out how they were getting back home.  