Abruptly, Harry couldn’t see the torch light in Draco’s eyes any longer, because they had been turned on him. Harry froze, and Draco’s gaze was suddenly piercing, and the air in the room felt instantly charged. He wondered if this was how Umbridge had felt all year - as if any human touch could send a shock straight through him. Except Harry was sure this feeling applied to Draco alone. Draco’s eyes dropped down to his mouth and stayed there for a long moment, before returning to Harry’s. The look in them was nearly impossible to decipher; Harry might have kidded himself into thinking the look was longing, but the reluctance there was plain to see, as was the pain - so much pain.