Pulling his wand free, Harry smirked at the memory he stirred, "Not just any parchment," he said mysteriously; he tapped the centre of the map with his wand and spoke clearly, "I solemnly declare that I am up to no good," Draco looked at him like he’d grown a second head, before his eyes spotted the ink that was beginning to spread out from Harry’s wand tip. He watched, his mouth open slightly, as the map revealed itself to him.