Draco didn’t remember the journey to the office. All he knew, was that one moment he was in the hall, and the next he was stepping into the middle of the headmaster’s office, McGonagall’s arm still around his shoulders. He was sure she had been talking, but he couldn’t have said what about. He certainly hadn’t answered her. He found himself being guided carefully into a chair, and a cup of tea being pressed into his hands. The heat against his palm snapped him back to reality.