December 5, 1997 ~ Early Evening
Draco scowled as he crouched behind the tree. The Disillusionment Charm made him uncomfortable, the descending darkness settling in the area disguised Merlin knew what and to top it all off they were laying in wait in a no doubt futile attempt to reason with a hard headed be-speckled git who might just try to kill them. Potter was so utterly 'Gryffindor Noble' though that he probably mourned the lost babies when he wanked.
It was almost enough to make him reconsider facing Voldemort's wrath. Well, then again..
Not wanting to look down and see what was causing the squishing under his foot - not to mention the stench - Draco glared at the vague outline of the man with him.
"I hate you."