Harry mock-saluted him from the floor before flopping onto his back.  Draco walked in, sitting on the bench attached to the far wall, taking a minute to try and compose himself.  The trajectory of the rest of his life could depend on how he handled things once Hermione showed up.  He stretched his legs out in front of him and rested his back against the cool wall, letting his head tip back until he was looking straight up at the ceiling.