"Some of us less secretly than others," Draco said slyly, dodging the elbow that Harry immediately tried to ram into his ribs - Draco chuckled, "Nearly. I’m glad she’s feeling better - I want to kick her arse, but I didn’t want to cause an existential crisis! Oh," he pressed something into Harry’s hands - the shiny thing he’d seen him holding, "This is for you - I wanted to get a move on, but didn’t want you missing breakfast," wrapped in tin foil, Harry found a bacon sandwich with an excessive amount of red sauce, just the way he liked it.