Draco rested his hand on his knees, his back aching from the crouched position he was in. His other hand reached for the almost-empty firewhiskey bottle that had been full at the start of the night. His eyes, however, did not stray from the door as he brought the bottle to his lips. Harry would walk through it at any moment, and he didn't want to risk missing it. Harry would be back soon.
But as the night wore on, and Draco fell into an intoxicated sleep riddled with nightmares and turmoil, the door never opened.