"Well, I'm certainly staying until you're done," Draco let himself smirk, trying to shove the strange, settled feeling away and let himself be angry, annoyed. It worked, since the part of himself that wasn't entirely abnormal and confused was generally annoyed at Potter every second of the day.
"As I think of it, it might be interesting to see what exactly you're looking for in here. Another plaque with your dead father's name? Does it make you feel closer to him?" After all these years, Draco at least thought he might know how to make Potter get the hell out.