A piece of old, yellowed parchment was clutched in Weasleys non-dominant hand, parchment Draco had seen Harry carrying the night he found them after the Inferi attack. Draco jumped up from the floor and threw up a  protego as he darted across the room, searching for a plan in the depths of his mind. Ron’s spell hit the shield with a crack! Shattering the sink Draco had just appeared beside. Water burst from where the taps had been, sprinkling him until his shirt was soaked through. Draco growled in frustration, was he supposed to keep dodging until Hermione got here and agreed to let him stun the imperised Gryffindor? The best defence was to either disarm Ron, stun him, or wrap him up in ropes tight enough to hold the pureblood but Draco didn't know how his bond would react to that and although in the past he wouldn't have thought twice, he hesitated.