On the second-floor landing, Harry wanted nothing more than to catch Draco by his wrist and to speak quietly too him. To apologise for not having the forethought to exchange their gifts in private. Unfortunately, the parade of Weasley’s between them appeared to be never ending, and by the time that Mrs Weasley was shooing them all into their bedrooms, Remus and Sirius were still wrestling with Mrs Black’s portrait downstairs. Draco’s lips twisted upwards into a poor imitation of a smile.