They walked up the stairs quietly, skipping out the step Draco had fallen through, shoulders brushing when they turned on the first landing to head up the next flight of stairs. At the second landing they paused, just looking at one another for a moment. Harry was struck, not for the first time this summer, by the way the flames in the oil lamps reflected inside Draco’s grey eyes, the light bouncing around in them and reflecting back at Harry.