"I don't know, the man is pretty useless," Hermione pondered. "Then James Potter has the nerve to tell me to respect the old fool?" Harry asked practically spitting his name in hate. "He is a professor now" Hermione commented absently. "The stupid bint of a wife just standing there smiling at Dumbledore like the light shines from his wrinkly hairy prune backside" "That's an image I didn't need" Draco's voice piped up as they reached the portrait. "What are you doing outside?" Harry questioned finally stopping his rant. "Waiting for you two! What did the old coot want?" Draco asked as he stood up next to them. "Questions about Father, nothing we couldn't handle" Hermione interjected before her brother could lead off with another spiel.