Fuck - he needed to speak to Draco. He tried his best to be stealthy in his haste to cross the room, but he still managed to stub his toe on the end of the bed, a sharp yelp of pain escaping him, and he also nearly kicked a disgruntled Crookshanks in the face. He needn’t have worried - Ron slept on. While crossing the landing, Harry barely dared to draw breath. Though he didn’t knock on Draco’s door (as that would have defeated the point of being quiet), he did immediately start whispering the others name the second he was inside - he had a feeling Draco was the sort of person to curse first, ask questions later.