He was back in his bed before any of the others had woken up. He went to put the map away, when his eye caught on Draco’s name on the map again. He froze and battled with himself. He shouldn’t torture himself like this, he thought sadly. Thinking about Draco only made his chest ache. It felt ridiculously poetic to think, but it was like someone had ripped his heart out of his chest, and he was struggling to fill the gap left behind.