They walked back to the castle in a comfortable silence - Harry had no idea where Ron and Hermione were, but he presumed they had headed back to the castle without him. He couldn’t blame them. More and more of his time was being dedicated to Draco exclusively, and he wondered, not for the first time, if he was neglecting his old friends. His mind wandered back to The Three Broomsticks, and Draco’s hand on his back as he ordered Harry’s drink for him. At the thought of the bar, a witch dressed all in black popped into his head.