"That is what this is about?"  Jean continued to try to free his arms from their clutches, and Draco wished Potter would get on with it so they could shove the increasingly outraged man into his holding cell before anyone noticed.   He wasn't sure where Potter's protective spells began, and the idea of some nosy Muggle sticking her head out her window, spotting them, and calling whatever passed for Aurors in the Muggle world left him wanting a drink.  So far this had gone smoothly.  He didn't want that to change.