Potter started walking, and draco didn't give himself time to think. He just followed. Following Potter was nostalgic, and even if Draco didn't really want to go to the school he wasn't about to let Potter go alone. Not after he'd asked Draco to come. Potter didn't ask for much.
"I never believe the Porphet," Draco drawled lightly, wanting to seem nonchalant and only failing a little. "Never anything good in there anyway." Which was true, even if Draco read it religiously in a sort of masochistic fervour. He was equally pleased and disappointed on the days when he name didn't show up. That had been more and more often lately, as he faded out of the public consciousness. Potter was always front page news though.
"I read all about your sordid sex holiday with the entire starting line of the harpies." He snorted. "Which must have been a busy week for you, because apparently you were also off defeating an entire clan of giants at the same time. You'd think they'd check with each other before making shit up. Try to come up with some sort of coherent timeline."