This is the same events of last chapter, but told from Harry's point of view.
I know he's in the doorway
But I don't turn
I can't.
I just continue looking out the window.
Even though there's nothing left to look at.
He doesn't leave.
Is he going to hex me?
I hope not.
Maybe I should move.
I should pretend that I didn't see him.
But I can't pretend anymore.
He knows that I know
That he's standing there
Waiting.
Waiting?
Why did my mind immediately think he was waiting?
Waiting for what?
Waiting for me?
Why?
I turned around.
Merlin, he's a mess.
Yellowish skin,
Bloodshot, defeated eyes.
I think he meant to put on a suit but just gave up.
Then again, I'm also a mess.
Come to think of it, when was the last time I actually ate a full meal?
He just stands there.
Like a deer in the headlights.
But what headlights?
I knew he was there.
He could have just left.
Before I could do anything about it,
I said something.
Now, what that was, I have no idea.
But it was something.
He says something, too.
I respond.
And now I am talking to Draco Malfoy.
He's someone I used to hate.
Used to?
But now we talk
Like old friends.
Pacing, wandering.
Not pointlessly.
That's a change.
I don't even know what we talk about.
But we laugh.
But I know we are more than friends,
I hope-
When I notice he bites his lip.
Time passes, then he leaves.
His head is down.
Walking briskly.
What just happened?
He's someone I used to hate
Used to.
It must be past midnight.
I wander back to the common room.
I left at midnight.
It's three in the morning now.