Harry had forgotten how he came to that remote corner of the castle and kept opening doors until he could find the one that had led him to this passageway. At one such door, he found Draco Malfoy perched on a dusty desk, with his head resting on his knees as he gazed forlornly into a grand mirror with a gilded frame. His tears flickered against the warmth of the fireplace. At that moment, Harry’s frantic worries about getting lost had evaporated. All he wanted was to hug Draco Malfoy and cheer him up.