Abruptly, as though the tree had been turned to marble, it stopped moving. Not a leaf twitched or shook.
At that moment, there was a creak overhead. Something had moved upstairs. Both of them looked up at the ceiling. Hermione's grip on Harry's arm was so tight he was losing feeling in his fingers. He raised his eyebrows at her; she nodded again and let go.
¡°Staying here, Potter?¡± shouted Malfoy, who was standing in line with Crabbe and Goyle. ¡°Scared of passing the Dementors?¡±
¡°Nothing,¡± said Harry truthfully.