And he  was distracted - but not by thoughts of Voldemort, but by thoughts of Draco. It was clear before the end of the first weekend of June that Draco had had similar thoughts about their encounter in the Room of Requirement - once was not enough. Every day for nearly the next two weeks, Harry found himself accosted on a nightly basis, Draco at his back and breathing a hot question into his ear, before taking him by the hand after dinner and leading him to the seventh floor. He hadn’t spent the night in his own bed since the Gryffindor Ravenclaw match.