Draco placed a hand on his chest and gave an exaggerated outraged gasp, "Me? What on earth are you talking about? Why should  I know what happened to your vicious little friend?" Goyle practically roared, and went to advance on Draco furiously, when he spotted the raised wand pointed in his direction and he faltered. Draco’s grin was cold, "Well," he said cooly, "you’ve more brains than Crabbe, I’ll give you that," they circled around one another like street cats sizing one another up, until Goyle was in the middle of the room, and Harry and Draco were stood with their backs to the door.