They passed only a few students on their way up to the headmaster’s office, with the vast majority of the school still eating their dinner. Though Snape made no move to resist or escape, Harry never took his eyes off of him, his wand directed discreetly at him through his robes, prepared to take him down at a moment's notice. With them now in the middle of kidnapping their professor, Draco seemed to have gotten into the swing of things, walking with purpose and confidence at their rear, his eyes fixed on the back of Snape’s head, the professor’s wand in his pocket for safe keeping.  