"Headmaster, Mister Malfoy as you requested," Harry snapped his gaze from the window to Draco as he approached from Snape’s side. A gasp of surprise was masked amongst Harry’s already shaky breathing: Draco looked so  young,  his face overly pointy in the way it had been when they were teenagers, before he’d grown into it, and his jaw showed just a hint of the strong masculine angle it would soon develop. He was shorter too, though still taller than Harry, and his frame was narrower. He was paler than Harry had ever seen him, eyes wide and staring, his hands trembling.