Draco was really not pulling his weight. They weren't allowed to leave until everything was cleaned and he had barely made a dent in his first task. He didn't fancy cleaning and he didn't see why Snape wasn't taking his side. This was a great injustice! He wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for Potter.

"You know, Potter, you've got a knack for scrubbing. Maybe you should quit here and go wash dishes for a living. A destiny more suited for the likes of you."

Heh. Good one, Malfoy. He thought to himself. Cause no one else was here to say it.