They trudged in silence all the way up to the seventh floor. Harry handed his bag silently to Draco, who accepted it, sagging visibly under the extra weight. Draco waited at the end of the corridor, leaning against the wall, while Harry began to walk back and forth in front of the tapestry. He couldn’t quite form the words for what he wanted, and instead fixated on a mental image, trusting the room to understand. On his third pass, the door appeared. Draco pushed himself away from the wall, waving Harry off when he tried to take his bag back.