No one is expecting him to be awake at four in the morning. No one, in fact, is expecting him to be awake before around seven in the morning, it appears. The dorms' silence is only broken by the soft snores, and the common room doesn't have even that.
Halfway across the entrance hall they find the way upstairs barred by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy tries to seize the package from Victor.
"You shouldn't try to take things that don't belong to you," says Victor.
"That's a broomstick," he starts, narrowing his eyes. "You'll be in for it this time, Evans—"
Draco's left shoe is lifted off the ground—with his foot still in it—which causes him to stumble and fall. "Iroko—"
Crabbe and Goyle step towards Dayo menacingly but then Professor Flitwick shows up.
"Not arguing, I hope, boys?" he squeaks.
"Professor McGonagall told me not to open this package at the breakfast table so I'm taking it back to the Gryffindor common room to open it there."
"Oh, yes," he beams at Victor, "Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Evans. And what model is it?"
Okay even if Malfoy gets his wits back and tells on him detention is totally worth seeing that look on Malfoy's face.
He blinks. "Well, that's... technically forbidden, magic isn't to be used in the corridors... but it's not a hex. I could take points from Slytherin..."