"Oh for the love of... " Draco sighed dramatically, then shook his head and turned away from Nott finally, facing his desk and fidgetting with papers on it for a moment.
Something struck him, though. What he'd been reading, thinking about nearly constantly. Nott was almost as tied into all of it as he was.
"Have you heard anything about your father, now that the Ministry's fallen?" He would never ask, under normal circumstances, but at least in their room they could both admit what they knew - Death Eaters were in control of the Ministry now. Who questioned it?