Neville hadn't got much sleep the night before. Although physically he seemed to have healed from his last ordeal, it was still hard to sleep. He kept waking in a cold sweat, imagining that Umbridge was leaning over him. It wasn't pleasant. So once Malfoy had left his room - gone off somewhere, he didn't particularly care where - Neville snuck back down to the dungeons and into the boys' dormitory, fully planning on taking a nap.
But there, he found something he didn't expect. Someone was draped across some of the beds. Someone he didn't recognise. "Holy Merlin, are you all right?" he asked, when he got closer and saw the blood spreading over one of the sheets.