Harry found himself stood in the middle of the Slytherin common room with no memory of how he had gotten there, his heart pounding in his chest, his blood whooshing loudly in his ears. He needed to speak to Draco. He needed to speak to Draco right now. He was vaguely aware that he had said those words out loud, as someone (Blaise, he thought) disappeared out of the common room and down the corridor that led to the dormitories.  