He was stood still, just looking at him. Relief bloomed in Harry’s chest, but it died a swift death when everything came crashing back to him. He looked at Draco a moment longer, hoping for something more than the blank expression on his face. When his face remained fixed in place, Harry could maintain their eye contact no longer. He looked away, glancing hesitantly at the Slytherin through his eyelashes, "Sorry," Harry found himself muttering as he made to step round him, "I’m in your way... I’ll just -," but he was shocked into silence by Draco’s hand snatching out to catch his wrist. Harry flinched back reflexively, slightly terrified at to what Draco wanted.