Harry tensed slightly upon hearing Chads words; a flinch went through him as had they been physically painful to hear. Instinctively, Harry's eyes moved to Draco in search for some kind of answers, and when Draco seemingly didn't have in mind to interfere, Harry once again turned to eye Chad.<br/>"You're kicking me out?" he asked, in a tone of voice so spiteful that on a distance ut might be interpreted as joking. Harry straightened his back slightly, his grip around the edge of the counter tightening as he did so; part of him needed the feeling of the cold stone in his hands, because he was afraid he might close the distance between them - something that would just start a domino effect of surpressed anger.<br/>It was far more than he could bear; the room once again felt suffocating, and it took him a  moment to realise that it was because he once again had been looking at Draco. Harry clenched his teeth. "Why don't you go to your place, I've got shit to do in the morning."