"What’s wrong?" Draco said sharply, reaching for him. Harry seized his hand without speaking and began to drag him towards the entrance hall, and out the enormous front doors. Harry didn’t think he could wait to speak until they were on the seventh floor - he was practically vibrating as it was. Instead, he made do with pulling a worried but equally disgruntled Draco out into the grounds and away from any onlookers, "Harry... Harry, what the  hell are you doing?!" he cried when they were in the middle of the lawn.