Harry couldn't help but grin at that, once again passing Draco on the way to his stuff. He had yet to finish dressing, having left his shirt by the sink; in that moment, Harry knew he might have gotten completely dressed in the stall, had that feeling in his gut come at an earlier time. While relatively unbothered by his own partial nudity - Draco hadn't gotten dressed yet either, by the looks of it - Harry still found the tone to be almost dizzyingly intimate.<br/>"Tomorrow morning, then," he just countered, his voice softened by his divided attention. Wanting to justify his state of undress, he had gripped his toothbrush and was in the midst of putting toothpaste on it. Having done that, Harry glanced over at Draco with a toothy grin. "Then I won't have to running off into the woods, getting myself in danger, either."