"That spot's a myth, you know," Ron said.
"No, I read an article about it in Modern Witch," Draco said. "You just never let me try to find it."
"Because it's about as real as a grig," Ron said. "And what are you doing reading Modern Witch?"
"Grigs do exist," Draco said. "There was one in my bedroom when I was a child."
"How do you know it was a grig?"
"It had a cricket body and a woman's head and antennas," Draco said. "It used to sing to me while I was falling asleep."
"So, why did nobody else see this grig?"
"When I was five, I told my father about it. It never came back after that."
"It never came back?"
"Don't worry," Draco said. "I won't tell my father about you." He leaned over and kissed Ron. "Not if you let me try to find that spot..."