Swearing at the Rocks on the Pavement

"Why have we stopped? Did we break down?" Draco looks over at him with a sneer, lip curled in anticipation of the words he's about to spit. Only he doesn't spit them, because he's tired and, surprisingly, Potter is actually pretty far down on the list of things he hates right now, sitting snugly right below the tiny, spiky and stupid lizards on their indifferent rocks.