Neville wasn't sure Malfoy would believe Seamus, or if it even mattered. As it happened, all the Slytherin did was smirk, eyes blank as iron as he observed the pair. Taunts might have worked on him in the past, but he was as changed as Neville was in their last year at school.
"I was under the impression that you and Travers had a special relationship," Malfoy observed, Crabbe and Goyle sniggering oafishly from behind. Neville cast his eyes back to the pair they'd first encountered, who looked neither pleased nor particularly interested in anything Seamus had to say.
They were clearly waiting for orders.
Jaw clenched, Neville planted both of his feet firmly against the stone floor of the corridor.
"I suppose we don't have to ask what you're doing out at this hour, Malfoy. Your dad's made sure you can do whatever you want at Hogwarts this year."