And to think that he was just starting to tolerate Granger. Oh well. Nothing lasts forever, after all. He doesn't respond immediately, just floating closer to stare him down and try to read his expression a bit better. 'Now let's see...is this a Potter who knows the war is won, or is this a Potter who's just as clueless as I was before Granger told me everything?' The sneer almost falls back into place immediately and he can't help but snort at that answer.

"Of course you did." He doesn't believe it, but only because he's stubborn and doesn't want to believe that it's possible Potter could be a bit more aware than himself. It would be a lie to say that Draco didn't bother checking the traveler's list every couple of days just in case this very thing happened. However, he hadn't today. He hadn't checked anything because of Jade and her insistance to drag him to this festival.

It was a bit strange staring at Potter now, knowing what he knows in regards to his mother saving the boy's life and in regards to fiendfyre. Draco himself still had the memories of Malfoy Manor fresh in his mind. After all, that was the last thing he remembered before being dumped off into Asgard. He wasn't going to let on that he was a bit unnerved though. That most certainly wouldn't do.

Besides, he rather liked the height advantage he currently had.

"My question now is why the hell they'd bring you here after all this time."