"At a bare minimum, we need to get our hands on the notes Cecily left Hermione in that folder," Potter finally sighed, passing the bottle to Blaise who, with a long drink of his own smirked and nodded in Draco's direction. "You're closet to her, Draco. You should be able to get the papers, easy." There was a hint of... something in Blaise's voice that Draco didn't quite care for, but he elected to ignore it.