"No, hang on one bloody minute," George got up, "Draco and I need to have a chat, I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you used the loo to wash your face, if you'd like, Gin. We'll just be a moment." He walked toward Draco, took him by the elbow and walked him into what he thought would be the kitchen.
"What the bloody hell is with you, Draco?" He asked, trying not to yell because he didn't want Ginny to come in.