"Mister Potter, if you will please follow me," Snape said, looming out of a dark shadow.
Draco would have ordinarily laughed at the look on Harry Potter's face, as the poor lad jumped a full foot in the air.
However, Draco Malfoy was currently being escorted by Minerva McGonagall, so he repressed the urge. She wouldn't appreciate the humor, and this was a Very Serious Situation, Indeed.
Weasel tried to demand (not ask, which might have led to better results), "What in the 'ell Snape was on about?"
Granger, being the Clever One, simply shadowed Potter and Snape. Well, she'd realize soon enough what was going on, wouldn't she?
There it is, Draco Malfoy thought, savoring the sparkle of recognition when they neared the Headmaster's office.
"Clarke Bars," Snape said gravely. Draco Malfoy admired Snape's ability to be serious in any situation, even delivering Candy-coded phrases to gargoyles in front of the Headmaster of Hogwarts' Office.
As the door closed behind Snape and Potter, Granger rolled her eyes to the sky and put her hands on her hips. "Oh, Harry! What have you done now?"
That, of course, was before she caught sight of Malfoy and McGonagall trotting up. Draco Malfoy shot her a smirk - knowing that his confidence would be all that the Great Hall would talk about.
If the Ravenclaws he'd paid were especially creative, they'd have rumors about Harry Potter being expelled on everyone's lips. And Malfoy knew how much Potter hated the attention. Revenge was like ice cream, cold and sweet.
Granger shot him a glare, her eyes turning pleading when they got to McGonagall. McGonagall did a good job by not looking at Granger - her mouth merely tightened. She would know that admitting partiality would be a grave mistake. His father had always commended the old cat's canniness, after all.
[a/n: sorry it's so short. But you get Granger!]