"Can't risk them knowing what we're up to," he whispered, the last word hardly more than a breath as the pair drew near. Inquisitorial Squad, surely, but Neville didn't recognize them, which meant they were at least in younger years.
And that much less prepared for how much practice he and Seamus had had.
"Out of bed for a snog, are we?"
But that hadn't come from one of the boys in front of them. Neville whipped around, not at all happy to see Draco Malfoy, flanked as per usual by Crabbe and Goyle.