The months passed by quite peacefully, and the Slytherin girls were just starting to relax around Hermione again when a new rumour sent them into a tizzy once more. Draco had learnt, after serving a detention in the Forbidden Forest with Harry and Ron under Hagrid’s neglectfully lax supervision, that something was out there killing unicorns and drinking their blood. He’d told Greg about it in the strictest confidence, who’d blithely gone on to tell a whole lot of other people, somewhat to Draco’s frustration.