A clever man would probably just had accepted the offer to walk instead, but Draco wasn't a particularly clever man; at least not in situations like this. He was way too proud to turn around now, he just had to grit his teeth and do this. He accepted the jacket with a weak smile, and put it on. Harry was right, it was a little too big, but it wasn't too bad. He wasn't swimming in it. "It's fine. I'll manage," he said with a soft smile. Hoping that he seemed confident about this.