It felt surreal being sat in the great hall for the end of term feast. He realised with a jolt, that it was the first time he had been out amongst the school’s wider population since coming back, having mostly hidden between the Gryffindor tower, and the Room of Requirement. Curious eyes followed him on his way to the Gryffindor table - Ron and Hermione acting as buffers on either side of him. He hadn’t seen as much of them as he could have over the last week - actively avoiding them he was honest - not only to escape looking into their too young eyes, but also to try and put them off any more probing questions about Draco, when he hadn’t even considered what to say still. Hermione was being patiently understanding, and though clearly frustrated with him, even Ron was biting his tongue, glaring furiously at anyone who looked too closely at the three of them.