He could already feel the noose tightening. Draco didn't claim to know much about the opposite sex, but what he did know was they talked. A lot. He could only imagine whatever Weaselette would be spewing to Granger. And in turn, the grapevine only continuing to Potty and the Weasel. Should he expect a whole Auror investigation? Should he expect to be Avada'd in his sleep? He had half a mind to invest in a security detail the remainder of his trip, knowing the blind loyalty amongst the lion lot.