Draco shrugged. What could she do? Lightly, he rubbed her shoulder as he considered the situation. “They need to not do anything foolish. Rabastan is a fool but he is dangerous in spite of and because of it.” He paused. “They could be hurt or get your hurt if they shoot their mouths off in front of the wrong people.”
“There are going to be Death Eaters teaching at Hogwarts this year,” he told Hannah. “At least three. None are friendly with Rabastan, so there is not much concern there. But, they won’t tolerate people speaking…out of place. Spreading slander,” he added, practically spitting the word out. He knew that’s what it would be called even if Hannah’s words were truth to the last one.
Hannah’s body pressed to his was proving it difficult for him to think of much else. As was the way with her, Draco’s body began to betray his desire for her. Trying to hide it, he changed his posture.