Harry was glad Draco hadn't let him leave by himself. Partially because, going back through the halls, he realised that there was no way he would have made it back on his own - but also, and most importantly, because it had given him a few moments more with Draco. As they walked through the hallways in silence, Harry tightened his grip around Draco's hand, well aware of the fact that he'd have to let it go as soon as they got close to the dining hall.<br/>When Harry finally let go of Draco's hand he felt uneasy, as if he had suddenly lost an anchor point; it felt like it had been an eternity since he hadn't been touching Draco, and uncertain what to do of himself, Harry's right hand restlessly found his left cuff. Harry glanced towards the other with a soft smile, before turning to cross the remaining distance through the dining hall doors.