"When can I see you again?" Potter demanded as Draco herded him towards the door, almost puppy-like and threateningly dear. Draco shivered. It was cold in the room. "We do need to talk, Draco. Those Owls you mentioned? I never got any. You just disappeared. I tried tracing your magical signature and there was nothing. I looked for you." Potter’s words and gaze were plaintive. "I couldn’t find you."