Draco watched Granger’s cleverly disguised self rise from the small table and exit through her second-story window. Whatever she’d said to Nott left him reeling. He watched her descend the fire escape and adjust her watch. The sinking feeling of his confirmation agitated him. His friends betrayed him. They’d lied to him. It’d been going on for nearly two years right under his nose. They’d taken the bait, though. He knew made a clever guess at who Pansy’s informants were. He was right. A few drinks too many, and the Ministry regulars would cling to any time of gossip Draco fed them.