Draco chuckled, "I think you’re over estimating the intelligence of the average witch or wizard there," finally, they came to a stop in front of the portrait of The Fat Lady, who eyed them both with a kind of deliberate aloof disinterest, "I hope someone had the good sense to tell you the password before Snape dragged you away," they hadn’t, but strangely this was the only Gryffindor password that had stuck with him his entire life, engrained by the awful experience of getting sprayed with stinksap in front of his crush.