Draco had witnessed several of those fights - he remembered suddenly particularly liking one in third year, when Crabbe and Goyle had been on Theodore about something and Nott had ignored them. It had taken his friends several minutes to get it through their thick heads that Nott was being disrespectful, but eventually they caught on.
Draco didn't appreciate it quite as much now that he knew what those sort of confrontations could feel like on the other end. "Happy to traipse about after me?" Draco asked it with an annoyed sort of frustration. Couldn't Nott just get the hell on so that he could skulk about in peace? "That's really rather pathetic, Nott."