Harry got dressed as quickly as he possibly could, pulling his shirt over his shoulders while he brushed his teeth, and toeing his shoes on while he slipped a belt through the loops of his trousers. By the time he arrived for breakfast, the Great Hall was the busiest Harry had seen it in a long time, having normally been there significantly earlier. There was almost no space at the table for him; seeing his approach, Draco elbowed the student to his right and encouraged them to shuffle down the bench. Harry froze for a moment, his eyes flicking between the false lightness to Ron and Hermione’s expressions, and the barely suppressed thunderous quality to Draco’s. He unstuck himself and sat himself down heavily.