But soon the whispers stopped when Draco let go of Harry's shirt, making the boy hit the round roughly, still shaken and disturbed by aggressive words and the sudden act of violence. Draco fixed his robes, cracked hi neck from one side to another and with one last disgusted look at Potter, turned around and left. His sneer was now replaced with a smirk, fingers shaking from the power and satisfaction he felt. This wasn't planned and he will probably get shit for this but the crack he heard made his day better.