He let out a breath of relief when the steps finally led him to the corridor that ended with the portrait of the Fat Lady, who was currently snoring loudly with her head resting on her shoulder. All of the nervous energy that had been carrying Draco ever since he had left the Vanishing cabinet, suddenly deserted him in an enormous whoosh. As he cleaned away the last remaining evidence of Harry’s bloodied footsteps, his hand was trembling ever so slightly on his wand.