Draco had been actively avoiding Snape. He wasn't entirely sure why. Well, no, that was a lie. He knew exactly why. He just didn't want to think about it. Potter's barely legal father was a much more interesting topic anyway.
He stirred his potion one last time, then accepted the bottle. He slid down the wall so he was sitting close enough to share but not quite close enough to touch. Safer that way.
"I heard. I don't think there's anyone alive or dead in this castle that didn't hear Black running like an idiot and screaming through the Halls."
He took a drink, then passed it back.
"That's got to be... a lot. Meeting him." Draco couldn't even imagine, even while he hoped his own father never turned up. Unless it was his father from before. First year maybe. That could be nice...