Draco frowned when it became clear who was at the door. Sheepishly, feeling far silly, he tucked away his wand. Shrugging, he didn't answer. He knew that he was being paranoid but he had ever reason to be. As did Hannah, for that matter...
"How do you think that we can meet up?" Draco asked her suddenly, already anxious to see her again.
"We are both prefects," he mused. "Maybe something can be made of that?"