"Not everything," Draco muttered, catching the door of the Three Broomsticks before it could close behind two exiting students, and gesturing Harry onwards, "After you," Harry stepped over the threshold, and immediately spotted Ron and Hermione in the furthest corner at the back of the pub, a butterbeer each, and at least twenty additional, empty seats surrounding them; Harry made to follow Draco to the bar, but was stopped by a hand on the small of his back, "I’ll get our drinks, you go and sit down - butterbeer?" There was something about Draco’s hand pressing firmly against him, as if placing his hand there was the most natural thing in the world, that made Harry shudder just a little.