The familiar burn of frustration began to make its way up from her stomach. Sighing, clearly understanding that he was going to get no further, Draco reached into the pocket of his trousers. She worried for a moment that he was about to use his wand to force her to stay. When he held out a scrap of parchment for her to take, she relaxed. He had to practically press it into her hand before she would touch it.