"It’s only going to get worse," he warned, "we can’t take anything for granted," Harry nodded, jumping slightly when Draco suddenly gripped his arm firmly, "I have something to show you - but it’ll have to wait till after dinner," he murmured under his breath, eyes staring at the bedroom behind Harry, "Don’t want to risk anything with Moody’s stupid magical eye floating about," he said darkly, "He’s annoyingly suspicious of me - which, I mean, I guess I am technically being deceptive, but he doesn’t actually bloody know that! I’m meant to be here seeking safe haven for Merlin’s sake - it’s Slytherin discrimination, I tell you," he grumbled, reaching a hand out for the door knob, before hesitating, and saying as if he were reluctant to admit it, "I really did miss you, you know," his gaze lingered on Harry’s face, darting about his features intensely, before he somewhat ruined the effect by adding: "At least I can have a mildly intelligent conversation with you - though I suppose Granger isn’t too bad either," Harry rolled his eyes and shoved him forwards, encouraging him to open the door. Draco scowled and turned the handle, admitting them.