How fun.
Sadly, the news travelled faster than he had expected. Draco noticed that McGonagall was especially harsh with him during the morning transfiguration lesson, and at lunch, rather than sitting uncomfortably and not understanding what was going on, Granger wasn't in the Great Hall at all.
Pity. Draco had been looking forward to watching her squirm.
What he got after Potions, however, more than made up for Granger's absence at the table. Seeing her sat all alone in a corner of the dungeon was plenty of fun, but afterwards...
She caught him by the sleeve as he was walking up the stone steps with his fellow Slytherins. He turned to face her, a cruel grin on his face. His friends stayed where they were too, stopping to watch the spectacle.
"Malfoy..." Granger said uncertainly.
Draco waited expectantly for about three seconds, then prompted: "Yes? Come back for more, have you?"
His friends laughed.
Granger opened and closed her mouth a couple of times, then burst into tears and ran up the stairs.
Draco and the others laughed some more. Oh, but Gryffindor pain was so funny...
Their mirth lasted until they'd reached the common room. When they got there, however, they had to sober up.
There was a letter waiting for them.
Draco strode over to the table where it lay and ripped open the envelope, the others waiting anxiously even though the ones it was meant for already knew more or less what it was going to say.
Draco unfolded the letter and read it out loud.
"Tomorrow."
He looked up at Pansy and Blaise to make sure they knew what it meant. They nodded at him.
"Tomorrow?" asked Millicent. "What's tomorrow?"
"Sorry," Draco told her. "Can't tell you."
He grinned.
"It's Death Eater business."