"Well, I was," Draco says, and he hesitates. "I—had a pretty terrible time with him, actually. He’s—" Not you. Draco swallows. Harry’s face burns through a series of rapid-fire emotions, and Draco only manages to catch a few: elation, hope, concern, confusion. "Did you really miss me, Harry?" Draco asks weakly, tightening his fingers against the rolled-up lead in his hand. "What did that text mean?"