He gazed down at her, lingering in the doorway. "Anytime, Granger. Have you got a mobile?" This question caught her off guard, so she could do nothing but nod dumbly. A flush that couldn’t be explained away by alcohol crept up her neck and cheeks, and Malfoy grinned. He pulled a mobile phone from his pocket before handing it to her. She pressed the digits and sent the call through. Letting it ring once, twice, three times then hung up. 