“Bloody fecking hell!” he seethed, stomping off to his dorm. His mother suddenly had a lot to answer for, and he had no intention of waiting until he saw her the next day at King’s Cross. He snapped the password at the entrance and stalked through the Common Room straight up to his dorm room. “Get out,” he ordered at Crabbe and Goyle, snapping his fingers like he was commanding a dog. They scrambled to do his bidding, eyes wide at the visible signs of his temper.
Only when he was alone did Draco draw a slow breath, before going to his trunk and unlocking a special compartment deep within, pulling out a small tin of Floo powder. With Slytherin House being under Black Lake, each dorm had a small fireplace within it. Surprisingly, there had never been any signs of anyone watching the fireplaces for secret communication with the outside, although it was impossible to get into the castle by that means. Getting out, though… Sticking his head into the flames, he carefully breathed in and called out, “Mother! Are you home?”
“Draco?” There was the light sound of rustling, and she appeared, dressed in a simple gown. “What is it? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” He answered. “I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t an emergency though. We need to talk. May I come through?”