It was a strange sort of feeling, aching for home and also not wanting to leave. Malfoy was already yawning when he slid into his bed, shoving Harry more forcefully than he usually would and tucking himself under his blankets, turning his back to Harry completely. "What did I do?" Harry asked, panicked, looking over at Theo for help. Theo, as he always was, was absolutely no help whatsoever. Just smothered grins and snickers as he padded over to the bed also, book in hand. "Malfoy?" Harry tried, crawling over to him and leaning over in attempts to catch his eye. He was thrown nearly straight off the bed for his troubles. 