"I’ll be up in a minute, Harry," the Weasel said, and from the corner of his eye Draco saw the redhead smile at him, and despite himself, a deep fear welled up. He shrank further down on himself, resisting the urge to cringe into a corner. Potter stopped in his tracks, and with a bare glance for Draco, hurried back down the stairs and over to the Weasel.