With trembling fingers, Scorpius pulls the blanket towards him, holding it like a curtain in front of Albus" groin, a disgusted twinge in his stomach. Albus, watching Draco with a frustrated gleam in his eye, doesn't bother to grab it, so he continues to hold it, shooting a venomous glare at his father. "You wouldn't have minded a minute ago," he hisses. "Where did all your anger suddenly go?"