As she brewed, she lost track of time which was probably a good thing because it stopped her from worrying too much about Draco. She was just about to add the last ingredient - unicorn hair - to the cauldron when a breeze drifted against her neck. Turning on the spot she saw Draco enter as his features slowly morphing back to his own as the Polyjuice wore off. He chucked two battered Prophets on the table between them before he threw his rain-battered cloak across a chair into which he slumped.