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Harry glanced both ways, making sure the hall was completely void of prying eyes before he slipped into the small room filled with buckets, brooms, and shelves of cleaning supplies. There was a man already inside, looking out the smudged window, watching the English countryside speed past.
He turned to face Harry. They stared at each other for seconds, minutes.
“I didn’t expect to see you here.” Harry said quietly.
“You asked me to come.” The other man retorted.
Harry sighed, “I was afraid you wouldn’t—wouldn’t be here.”
“Here in this room, or back at Hogwarts?”
“Here. Both.” Harry whispered. Then, worried the sound of the train rattling on swallowed his words, he took a few steps closer. “I was afraid he wouldn’t let you come back.”
The other boy closed his eyes, seeming to deflate. “Me too.”
“Draco.” Harry reached out, grabbing both his hands with his own. “Are you—how are you?”
Draco laughed then, “Potter, you do ask stupid questions.”
Harry smiled, the tension in the room finally breaking.
Draco sobered quickly though, taking a deep breath through his nose, letting it out slowly.
“He’s given me an assignment. It’s...not good.”
“We’ll figured it out.”