"Well, well,  well," he looked down the corridor so quickly that it made his neck crack, "out of bed at this hour Malfoy - now, as an ex-prefect, surely you should know better," any thoughts that Draco had had about escaping back to his dormitory disappeared in an instant, "I should deduct points you know - one for every minute you’re past curfew," he found himself pacing back the way he had come, and turning down the corridor to face the person who had called his name, "and detention too. A whole month's worth of it, yeah, that ought to do it," Vincent Crabbe smirked back at him, a shining Inquisitorial Squad badge pinned to the front of his uniform. He paced forwards slowly from the far end of the corridor, and Draco found himself matching him step for step.