Blaise and Theodore stared at the drawn curtains. “Think Draco’s sleeping yet?”

“Yeah.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

Blaise eagerly rubbed his hands together. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

Daphne settled her flowers on the stand between their hospital beds, then stepped back to glare at both of them with her hands on her hips. “What did you boys do?”

Theodore and Blaise exchanged guilty glances, but said nothing. Theodore finally shrugged his shoulders and tried to rub one of ugly boils on his arms. “We tickled a sleeping dragon. Seemed like a good idea at the time.”