Draco stood up sharply. It was as though he were standing out of respect, a courteous or even soldierly gesture... but it also, rather conveniently, would have made her grip on his neck awkward and allowed him to look down at the woman next to him rather than looking up at her. Shifting the power dynamics, as his father might have said. "I hope not, Professor Carrow."
Without him, she wouldn't be here. The Death Eaters would never have made it into Hogwarts without his assistance and they knew it. Dumbledore was dead - and no, it may not have been by his hand, but the deed was done because of the work he'd put in. He had earned his Mark. He'd done more for the Dark Lord than either of the Carrows had recently, at any rate. The sheer indignity of being punished by these two bumbling morons because of their own ineptitude stung, but while he aggressively clenched his jaw, he controlled himself. He pushed the anger and frustration back down. It wouldn't help him right now.
His voice dropped, so that what he said next was very, very quiet. "I hope... the Headmaster... has authorized this. So the next time I speak with my parents... and my aunt... I can tell them what excellent work you and your brother have been doing here." His expression was flat, but there was something sharp and threatening behind his eyes as he met Alecto's gaze directly.
Without another word, without even waiting for a response, he sat back down into his seat and picked up his quill. He would follow orders. The others were watching, and he recognized that to take this any further would be a very public challenge to their authority... which in the end, wouldn't help either of them with their respective tasks here. Still, he silently seethed as he focused on writing out his lines.
(OOC: Heaven help any students who get in his way after this.)