"I don't suppose there's any reason to hide it any longer," Draco shrugged, but it was tight, as if he wasn't sure. They arrived at the door to the hut, and he could see the lights inside, suddenly remembering peeking through the giant windows at Potter and the oaf Hagrid, glad for things to run off and report.
He should have stayed in bed.
"Alright, then, I suppose this should be interesting, at the very least." And he raised his hand, knocking at the large door.