Having gone to bed so early, Harry was awake at the crack of dawn. Early enough that breakfast wouldn’t be served for at least another hour. His stomach was cramping painfully though, having eaten basically nothing for over a day now. His first instinct was to go for a slow shower, and then drift his way down to the great hall. But then his mind quickly conjured up an imagined, but highly likely scenario where he bumped into Draco, and his world came crashing down around him once again. No. No, he couldn’t face Draco just yet.