Draco sighed, then quietly slipped from the Great Hall and wandered off, headed for the Astronomy Tower. As his shoes quietly clicked across the stone floor, Draco let himself be flooded with the memory of Harry Potter. Every moment between them from their first year onward flickered through his mind with each step. The halls echoing in his ears and memories. Each step he climbed upwards within the castle became another instance of Potter’s name on his lips in his memories. Every time he yelled, or whispered, or bemoaned, or spat, or cried the man’s name echoed around him. A lifetime of Harry Potter’s name sat upon his tongue, itching to escape and exist in more than just memory. 