Jake's brows went up right over again at the tone Draco took. That was nothing like he'd heard from the other since they'd met. It sounded more... well, like what he'd expect of a rich, stuck up brat.

Goyle definitely didn't get it, his brow furrowing hard before he sneered. "You don't get the right to say that any more to me, traitor."

But Zabini, at least, was quicker witted than Goyle. His eyes flickered back to Jake, brows knitting before they went up, looking back and forth between Malfoy and... a Muggle? It couldn't be. So he actually reached out and grabbed Goyle's arm for a second. "Cool it," he said calmly.

Traitor? These were definitely those enemies Draco had been telling him about. Jake's body tensed, just slightly, thinking there might be a fight.