Draco looked up sharply, a movement that jarred his aching head and blurred his vision momentarily, but he was shocked enough to ignore it. "What?" His face was a mask of disbelief. "I was just trying to get home!" At least, as far as he remembered. Join a protest? Who did his father take him for?
"Of course," he added, gathering himself, his tone dripping bitterness as he clenched his fists to stop them shaking. "You wouldn't know where I live. Those are things normal parents would know about their children."