The next morning, Harry was slouched at the Gryffindor table, alone but for the cooling coffee in his hand. He’d found sleep elusive the night before, his mind racing and replaying the previous day's events, and lingering on its end in the Room of Requirement with Draco. He’d finally given up trying to fall back to sleep at around half six and had taken himself down for breakfast. While the other house tables had a smattering of students sat at them already, with Ravenclaw being quite busy, Harry was the only Gryffindor who had emerged for breakfast this early. He watched sleepily as two sixth years, a Slytherin and a Ravenclaw, exchanged a small kiss of greeting, before separating and sitting at their respective tables. He wondered why they didn’t just sit together - it wasn’t against the rules after all. He looked away quickly to avoid being caught staring.