"Expecto Patronum." Hermione intoned. Her own hippogriff, slightly smaller and with darker colouration, pranced over to Draco’s, and the two took flight, disintegrating as they soared to the moon. Hermione’s heart thundered in her ears. Matching patronuses were no joke. She looked at Draco, who was still looking out the window, wand hanging loosely at his side.