Draco is alone, towelled, sitting on a long bench with his head resting on the slippery tile behind him. His big eyes are slightly hooded, cheeks rosy, damp hair pushed back from his face and sticking to his throat. His gaze roves to Harry standing in the doorway, and he starts for a moment, sitting up straighter, and Harry is also startled into movement by the man behind him putting a big hand on his shoulder to get by.