Draco would have pointed out that if he could keep his grades up last term - with the Dark Lord breathing down his neck via the more terrifying Lestrange, his own sodding aunt, about that cabinet, then he should be able to manage this year.
But oddly enough, he wasn't feeling that much like a petulant child. So he nodded, and cast a glance toward the house. In a few weeks, at least he'd be away.
"I never thought I'd be looking forward to going back to Hogwarts," He said quietly, his own distaste for the situation evident in his tone. It was an oddly open moment, and he shook it off quickly and began to walk again.