Draco stumbled toward the walkway as Nott’s laughter filled his head. He sent a hex behind him, but Nott easily dodged it on his broom. The soft pop of his apparition filled the quiet landscape. The sobering effects of the potion were already working. He could feel the warmth pouring over his scalp and down his neck. He apparated, rather ungracefully, into the library. The crack of his appearance jolted Granger out of her book with a squeak and a scowl.