"Yup! Met him my first day here, and he heard everyone calling me Malfoy, and he remembered somewhere in that addled brain of his, that a Black had married a Malfoy at some point. Once he figured out I was the Draco Malfoy on the tapestry, he was all over me, essentially decided he’d prefer I was his master, rather than Sirius - especially since I’m a lot fucking nicer to him," he added with a scowl, "No offence Harry, but I can’t believe he’s a grown man. It's like he got stuck on the day your mother and father died, and never moved on - and it’s tragic, I get it, but he talks about you like you’re his best friend rather than his ward," he threw his arms up in disbelief.