He scowled, "Granger started asking questions - the twins gave me one of their prototypes over the summer. Everyone was practically kicking me out of the carriage when blood started pouring out of my nose," he said smugly, hauling his trunk up into the racks above; looking closer, Harry could see a faint red smear on his pale skin under his nose, and a spot of blood on his collar that he’d missed when he’d cleaned himself up, "Wasn’t about to sit there for the next hour, no thank you," Harry budged along, closer to the window, so that Draco could sit down between him, and an increasingly confused and uncomfortable Neville, "What the hell is that smell anyway?" he said, looking vaguely disgusted.