"Not bloody likely," Draco grumbled. Harry only smiled tiredly at him. They slouched further against the wall, the Black family tapestry above them. ("What’s Dung doing with all those cauldrons? If he think’s mum is going to let him keep them here, he’s in for a shock,’ said Ron from over by the window, and Ginny hummed in agreement.) "I’m impressed with the impervious charm on that though," he nodded at the bandages around Harry’s neck, "Still bone dry and completely white. What did Snape have to say about it - your neck?"