Harry was completely immersed in his reading as he stepped out of the lift, the only thing saving him from walking straight into a wall was his familiarity with the path he was walking. What broke his concentration wasn't his surroundings, or a misplaced step. It was a single word, really. Malfoy. His reaction was instant and he glanced up, a slight frown on his face as his eyes fell on an unfamiliar man ahead of him. His confusion never got far as suddenly a smaller figure was brushing by him, wand in hand and a look of pure murder on her face.
It was then the words clicked. Malfoy. Girl. Grave. Bloody hell. Snapping the file closed, Harry reacted instantly. Reaching out, his fingers wrapped around a slight wrist and pulled Malfoy back toward him. One arm snaked around Malfoy's borrowed form to keep him from continuing to move forward as his free hand reached over his shoulder to grab his wand, the motion bringing Harry close enough to brush against Malfoy's back.
"You." He snapped toward the idiot who'd start the whole mess (because really? Was he the only one who knew better than to piss of Malfoy when you weren't ready for the outcome?). "Disappear. Now!" At least this way, if Malfoy hexed anyone it was surely going to be Harry and, unlike Jonson, Harry was more than ready for that should it happen.
"Bloody hell, Malfoy. Calm down. You can't go around hexing co-workers."