It wasn’t until lunch time the next day, that he and Draco actually got to speak again, though not with any privacy. They’d spent the whole morning in the drawing room exterminating doxies, and Mrs Weasley had disappeared downstairs to fetch them all sandwiches for lunch. Harry and Draco were slumped on the floor, side by side, watching the twins fill their pockets with dead doxies and their eggs. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny meanwhile, had gathered around the window to peer down at whoever had just rang the doorbell, and set Mrs Black’s portrait screaming again.