"Draco will be so happy to see you." She panders, remembering how Crabbe and Goyle used to mindlessly follow the young Malfoy heir around. They had worshiped the ground he had walked on when they were kids. Draco had been cruel, but he had been cruel for a popular, spoiled, teenage boy. Crabbe and Goyle had been cruel for grown men. Hell, they had been cruel for grown criminal men. They had always been willing to take it just a step too far. Draco had always been smart enough to keep them loyal but often struggled to keep them in control. She doubted if he hadn’t considered them childhood friends that he would have continued to entertain their shenanigans. But as it was, he did his best to protect them from themselves whenever he could. 