"You have a subconscious fascination with dredging up our worst moments?" Draco smirked faintly. "Should I be worried, Harry?" The smirk twisted, almost a smile that came close to lighting his eyes, apparently teasing.
He gestured at the door. "You know the way. Remain as silent as possible so the portraits don't recognize your voice. My mother has been particularly unpleasant lately." He nodded, that faint smile lingering. It was what they needed, if Potter was going to do what was needed for the revolution. And unfortunately, Potter was the only one in the proper place to be that deep within the Ministry. He nodded. "You're welcome."