Draco could pinpoint the moment the doom spiralling began. He settled onto the sofa with Harry to watch a football match, pad Thai balanced on their laps. It was the red team and the maroon team – Draco couldn’t possibly keep the names straight. Draco didn’t give a fig about sports, but he did like the way Harry got all shouty and worked up about it. Harry would pull his own hair and pace the room and spit absolute filth towards the teams, especially his own. Draco liked to watch Harry watch football  a lot.