Ron began to protest but couldn't get a word in edge wise as Draco braided him up one side and down the other for his behavior. The snooty Slytherin had a thing or two to say and Ron didn't like it. He became increasingluy more annoyed and it showed, and then Draco exploded the bottle and Ron flinched out of reflex, his hand going to his own wand.
He glared up at Malfoy from the desk and nodded. "I take it seriously Draco and as far as I'm concerned what I do on my own time is my own. I'm here as requested every night, lock things up as needed and no one has had an unkind word to say about my behavior in months, so you can shove your pretentious politeness up yer perfumed arse."
He stared back at his employer and wondered if he'd gone too far this time, and his hand twitched slightly as if he was feeling uneasy.
"Now what all do you need to teach me about things while you go away?"