Unsurprisingly, Draco was indeed waiting for him in the corridor, kicking his heel back against the wall impatiently, "He’s turned into a right prick recently," Draco muttered as they marched their way up from the dungeon, both of them late and only Harry with a legitimate excuse, "and I can’t tell if it’s an act in case the Dark Lord asks after me from the other Death Eaters - or if he’s genuinely pissed off with me,"