"Don't!" Hermione hissed at him. Draco ignored her. The stranger stepped inside and she froze, trying to cover herself, a frantic blush overtaking her face. The only thing to hide behind was Draco's desk but she assumed he would be going near there and while she didn't know what was going on she didn't want to be near it, especially since he was heading there now. The stranger wore the standard uniform of the New Legion, including the black mask fashioned into a crude imitation of a demon with silver markings lining around the eyes and nose. Whoever it was approached the desk without looking at her once, as if unaware of her presence. Hermione tried to go around them in a wide berth but the door was shut and she didn't dare call attention to herself for fear of what might come.