Harry practically skipped his way down to breakfast, nearly colliding with Snape as he leapt off the bottom step of the Grand Staircase. Not even the ten points that the Potion’s master took from him dampened his mood, and he was humming happily to himself when he arrived at the Gryffindor table, finding Draco already there, a plate of buttered toast (that might as well have had Harry’s name on it) waiting for him.