Harry looked somehow completely different to Draco, despite it being exactly the same armour. He looked bulkier, like a soldier, a leader; one of those men that people followed into battle and knew that with him before them, they would not fall. He looked like a man, and a hardened, experienced fighter at that, and his bright green eyes were narrowed on Draco. Hermione blinked and before the unspoken enmity between the two men could ignite with a word, spoke up briskly.