"He doesn't know you're here, then?" Draco asked, frowning. "That makes things difficult - far apart from the fact that both of you are wanted fugitives."
"Aren't you?" Neville couldn't resist adding.
"Yes, but I can look after myself, Longbottom," Draco sneered. His old schoolmate set his teeth on edge.
"So would I, if your father hadn't taken my wand," Neville snapped back.