Theo sat there all night watching over the little witch, holding his wand in his lap ready for Draco to burst through the door and start a barrage of questioning. He had spent the hour prior to midnight deciding the best offense would either be to stun him instantly or a confundus. The latter he wasn't as confident performing - especially on his best mate. But to his relief, Draco never came. Theo stared at the clock Luna had charmed the previous evening and decided to read through some of the books Mcgonagall had left them. 