They froze, both waiting a beat to see if the others would stir. When they didn’t, they both leapt into silent action, sliding out of the bed and slipping on clothes more appropriate for what they were about to face. Harry pretended not to see the way that Draco’s hands trembled lightly as he checked the basilisk fangs, and the potion vials in his pockets. He did, however, catch Draco’s hand when it left his pocket, and flashed him a reassuring smile. Draco looked at him for a split second, before pushing closer to press an urgent kiss to his mouth.