Greg hesitated a moment and then nodded, "Sure, I'll take whatever you are having, Draco," he said, his eyes following his friend's form, "Yeah, he offered me a job, which I can hardly believe. I'll be the grounds keeper," and Greg paused, as he accepted the drink that Draco handed him, "I know it doesn't sound like much, but Dad blew through all of the Goyle money before he kicked the bucket, and well, I could use something that will actually pay. Unlike my volunteer hours," he added, still not drinking until Draco settled.
"And you are sort of right, I mean about them not giving me that responsibility right away. That's why I've got to figure out an angle. The job at Hogwarts will give me some small amount of respectability and show that I am trustworthy," and Greg looked at his glass, with something crossing his mind, "I hope it doesn't get Snape into any sort of trouble? I mean, they won't come after him for hiring me? I'm no criminal," he added, resting his untouched glass on his knee, "I never got much of the chance to do that."
Greg grew silent as his mind turned; now he was thinking about that event, the one with Harry and his pals, and Vincent and Draco. It had all gotten so mixed up; Greg had felt lucky that he hadn't gotten more burned than he had, but he had been floored by the way Draco had acted that day, utterly and completely floored.
"You know," he started and his eyes moved up from his glass to Draco's face, "You sort of neglected to tell me what deal you had between Potter and you. I mean, I can forgive you for it, because let's face it, the Mark was gonna do it for me. But you....," and he trailed off, staring at Draco now as his mind turned, "You told me it was gonna be okay. What happened?"