The Gryffindor common room was packed - it wasn’t dissimilar to the post-Quidditch parties that had been thrown, expect that the look on everyone’s face was significantly more serious and frightened. Standing at the portrait hole, Draco at his back, Harry was torn. They should speak to Ron and Hermione, but what Harry really wanted to do was drag Draco to the dormitory and lock the door so that he could have him to himself for a few hours. In the end, letting Ron and Hermione know they were okay won out, and Harry began pushing his way through the crowd, peering about for his friends as he went.