Draco didn't want to get involved with the shenanigans of the other counsellors. He was in full competition mode by now, and all he could focus on was how he was going to win this challenge. God, he just had to hope that Harry was even remotely good at taking orders. Otherwise he was fucked, and he hates losing due to the fault of others.<br/>He grabbed the blind fold, and bound it snugly around Harry's head, effectively covering his eyes. "Do I even need to ask you if you can see?" He asked, vaguely referring to the earlier statement made by the redheaded counsellor, who's name escapes him. "Or was your friend exaggerating how bad your eyesight is?"