"There you are," his eyebrows shot up, head tilting, forcing his hair to tilt with it; into his eyes. Harry couldn't breathe. He realised Malfoy was probably looking at him like that because he still had tear tracks tracing his skin. "Honestly. You’re usually dressed by now. Go quickly, or we’ll be late for breakfast." Harry blinked, watching Malfoy as he looked away, carefully avoiding the topic of the tears. 