Adrenaline propelled Draco onwards up all seven floors, until he was at the top of the stairs and swinging himself around the wall towards the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. His eyes widened at what he saw ahead of him, and he smothered his alarmed gasp, his feet scrambling against the stone floor as he fought to stop himself in his tracks, so that he could spin, and leap back the way he had come. He flattened himself against the wall and tried desperately to smother his panting breath with a hand pressed firmly against his mouth.