The halls of the Hogwarts castle were quiet in the night, the portraits within the paintings fast asleep in their frames and some even snoring (not so quietly). It had taken some time to learn the difference between the living people in the halls and the paintings, but Draco had come to be able to distinguish between the sounds. His patrols as Prefect at night were usually mundane and boring. After all, with the end of the war most students had come to respect the rules of the school more, finding comfort and safety within their own dormitories. 