When he reached the simmering stage of the brewing process, Draco found that he had run out of things to occupy himself with, and his mind drifted to Harry again. The caged lion in his chest growled, and Draco found he didn’t have the energy to sooth it right then. He allowed his temper to stew in his chest and tried to avoid grinding his teeth. Part of him wished Harry was in front of him - he wasn’t sure if seeing him would quell or antagonise the storm inside of him, but he knew that once they had weathered it, he would feel better.