"Albus Severus, did you say?" Yesz brilliant deduction, Draco, reading into that part of the name and nothing else right now. "Also, bloody hell, what did you do? You signed me up for this nonsense?" Draco glared at the young man before him, watching as he typed in his name and gave him a room number. "I told you I don't want to stay here. This hotel is absolute rubbish and not worthy of the Malfoy name."
As if trying to focus on something he maybe could understand, Draco hesitated, then turned his attention back on Jamie with a bit of distrust in his frown. "So who the bloody hell is Scorpius? Clearly someone worth while, if you mistook him for me. Though it sounds like he's friends with a Potter, which would never be something that's possible." Right. Focusing on what's important, Draco, way to go there.
This was the absolute last thing he wanted and he truly didn't understand it, but it seemed he had no choice because this git was insisting he was trapped here against his wishes.