"Yeah, well, I'm working on the whole 'not being a bloody coward all the time' thing," Draco snapped, but not with much heat. "Turns out I'd rather know what's coming for me. Shocking, I know." He sighed dramatically and leaned back, head thumping against the wall.
"I had no idea you were in Filches place. I might need to move now, can't have disreputable neighbors. What would the tabloids say." That was certainly one perm of this weird limbo. No Daily Prophet or Witch Weekly or any of that crap.
"Fucked up is one word for us I suppose. Though it's not like you to swear, oh chosen one. I thought Golden Boys were supposed to set a better example." His smile this time was more genuine, and he let his elbow rest gently next to Potter's. Just that small movement felt a lot braver than it actually was.