Harry had been looking at his own reflection in the window, trying to evaluate the damage done to his hair, when Draco came in. When Harry caught Draco's eyes in the reflection, he grinned, and turned around to face him. "It it that bad?" he said as a response to Draco's laugh, obviously aware of the state Ron had left Harry's hair in. The nurses were equally surprised when they had been in to check on him a couple of hours ago, and seemingly worried for his mental health, they had ordered him to stay in bed until Draco could have a look at him.<br/>"I haven't gotten a chance to see it in the mirror yet -" he said, as he ran his left hand across his shaven head. As far as he could judge, the hair length varied from half an inch to an inch (instead of the 5 inches + it had been when he came in), and the uneven cut wasn't immediately reassuring. His eyes lost focus for a moment as his fingers trailed the patterns of the parts of his scar, which had preciously been hidden by his curls. "You were right, though," Harry added as he regained focus, and he met Draco's eyes with another smile. "- I was really bloody fucked up last night."