"Morning, Potter," Draco’s eyes immediately caught on to the slight bulging of his bag, "What have you got there?" Harry could only grin, grabbing Draco’s arm and pulling him along behind him into the nearest broom cupboard, "Do you mind? You’re creasing my robes!" Draco sounded vaguely outraged. Harry rolled his eyes and cast lumos so they could see each other in the dark, fiddling with his bag, "Is there a reason we’re in a cupboard Potter? I didn’t realise the secret to defeating the dark lord lay in Filch’s cleaning supplies,"