"Web! Hi!" he reddened.
Web searched his face for clues.
"So what are you doing down here, in the middle of the night, straddling an armchair?"
"I'm… stretching?"
Web raised an eyebrow. "Right."
"No seriously. These quads are so tight!" He slapped a thigh for emphasis.
"I see. Well, given you've been away all night, I'm guessing you haven't packed?"
"For?"
'I must be tired,' thought Web, 'I swear his lips didn't move then.'
"How we have to go home? You know, being expelled and all?"
"Oh, right, that."
'There we go, they're moving now.' She thought, before continuing.
"Well, you should probably pack now. Coz the train leaves at 8."
"Oh… okay. Well… I'll just finish these stretches, and then I'll do that. Thanks Web!"
Web strode off to the dormitory. 'That's funny; I don't talk when I stretch.'
Web sat on her trunk, staring at the train tracks in front of her, Draco lying on the bench next to her.
"and Father has always thought he was... you know... funny..." he paused to inspect a nail he had just filed disdainfully, "yeah, so... just WAIT til I tell him what Filch said!" he shuddered "Filthy man. Positively filthy. I suppose father will have him fired..."
Web smiled to herself as she contemplated exactly how long it would be until he actually asked her opinion. Funnily enough, he stopped talking and stared at her.
"He's a Squib you know."
Draco rapidly gained a perplexed look as Web laughed at him. The train pulled into the station and Web began tugging her trunk onto the train. Draco didn't move. Web mouthed 'move' to him, as she placed her trunk in the nearest compartment. Draco moaned feebly and very pitifully limped towards her with his trunk, which was slowing him down to a snails pace. He gave her an embarrassed look as she seized his trunk and more or less threw it into the same compartment as her trunk was in.
"So. Much to do on the train?"
"No. Not really." Draco studied his nails with a detached interest, "I need a manicure."
The train trip passed relatively quickly. They piled out of the train, Web carrying both trunks and Draco following; now applying what he swore was not clear nail polish to his fingernails.
"Well, cya." Draco said
"Yeah, ummm... how are we going to talk?"
Draco groaned, and then said, "Uh... well... do you have an owl?"
"No."
"Shit. I mean, oh darn. Okay, I'll send you an owl."
"Okay." agreed Web, doubting the likelihood of Draco's statement, as it sounded so much like "I'll call you."