17- Draco POV
When lunch had come and gone, and I hadn't caught sight of Potter yet, I got worried. He'd been on the fritz lately, and no one knew what disaster he could have gotten himself into this time. I wasn't blind, and I knew what self-destructing looked like.
I'd caught Granger's eye on my way out of Charms this morning, shooting her a questioning look. A note that wasn't in her handwriting appeared in my hand a moment later, reading, "Neville's got him."
So naturally when I saw Longbottom on his way to Herbology, but Harry didn't show up in Potions, I freaked out.
Slughorn gave me a dirty look when I raised my hand in the middle of his lecture, asking to go to the loo, but at least he let me go. I took the stairs as fast as I could from the dungeons to Gryffindor tower, happy for the first time that I was Head Boy and knew the password.
When I reached the boys dormitory, however, Harry wasn't there. The room looked to be in order - far messier than I'd ever allowed the Slytherins to be, but in order - and I searched about to see something out of place that would lead me to wherever Harry had disappeared.
I didn't want to go to the Infirmary to look for him, but I was running out of options. If Harry hadn't told Pomfrey himself that he wasn't okay, it wasn't my place to, but I didn't know where else he'd be. Taking a last quick glance around the room before I made my way to the hospital wing, I happened to notice it.
There was someone flying across the Quidditch pitch, I saw from the window. But it was too late in winter for any flying classes, and it was midday so it wasn't a team practice. Besides it was only one person, moving way too fast in this wind to be safe.
I turned and sprinted out of the tower.