It was pretty surreal to walk around the war-wrecked Hogwarts, after everything had calmed back down. Draco felt like he had aged 30 years in the span of a couple of hours, and he just couldn't stay still. He knew that his parents were still in the Great Hall, trying to just stay to themselves, and taking care of their injuries. He ran a hand through his hair, making his platinum blonde hair even more dusty in the process, but it wasn't really like anyone cared about that.<br/>He was pretty surprised when he saw Harry sitting in a windowsill by himself. He would have expected him to be in the Great Hall with the order, taking care of the wounded, and mourning the dead. Then again, it may be too much, even for the Chosen one. He considered, for a brief moment, to just let Harry be, but in the end, he couldn't just walk past him without making a comment. "Hi."