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He would just have to wait until Draco told him…or until Draco acted on whatever it was he was planning. Harry didn’t like waiting but he forced himself not to call Draco on his behavior.

It wasn’t like Draco could do anything drastic, like actually going to Malfoy Manor. Draco had told him that all the fireplaces in Malfoy Manor had been closed off, so Draco couldn’t floo there. And there was no point in walking down to Hogsmead and getting on the train because then Draco’d be stuck in London and unable to floo home. Without Lucius trying to bring his son home, Draco was stuck in Hogwarts. And Harry doubted that Lucius wanted his son to come home right now, doubted that very much indeed.

Harry woke up cold. This didn’t matter that much to him because his rooms were in the dungeons now and this part of the castle tended to be cooler than other places. But what bothered him was what he realized once he got past the cold part. He had woken up in the middle of the night. Alone. Draco was nowhere to be found. And judging from the temperature of Draco’s side of the bed…he hadn’t been in bed for a long time.

“Tempus,” Harry muttered, and was informed that it was three o’clock in the morning.

Not good. Harry began to pull on clothing while trying to piece together what he could about the situation.

Don’t panic, he told himself. You’re just overreacting.

But somehow he knew that he wasn’t. If Draco had fallen asleep at all then he would still have been in the same bed as Harry. And Harry had seen Draco sleeping last night before he had gone to bed.

Harry felt a cold wave wash over him as he realized that last night was Friday. Today would be Saturday. That meant that no teachers would realize Draco was missing until Monday, if Draco was gone. And it wouldn’t have been that hard for Draco to get rid of his friends for a weekend. Tell them that he would be studying or something.

Harry bit his lip. This was beginning to look bad.

But where would Draco go? Another part of his mind asked. It wasn’t as if he could just waltz out of Hogwarts at any time of day or night. And though instinctively Harry’s first idea was that somehow Draco had gone to Malfoy Manor, it just wasn’t logically possible. No…there just had to be another explanation. Harry continued this like a mantra. He would find Draco and it would be something stupid, though what Draco would wake up for in the middle of the night was beyond Harry, but there had to be something. And it was probably something obvious and stupid and Harry would feel really idiotic when he found out, but that’s what would happen.

Yes, that is what would happen.

Harry fumbled on the nightstand for his wand and cast a quick Lumos to help light up the room. It proved inadequate, however, because halfway out of the room he tripped.

Harry hissed in pain as he rolled over to see what had caught his toe. It was a book, a rather thick book. It was one of Draco’s ‘independent reading’ potions books. Harry fought back a groan. As he’d tripped he’d bent about half of the pages, not to mention the cover. He would somehow have to explain that to Draco.

Harry picked up the book and placed it on the nearest surface that was not the floor, his bed. Maybe there was a spell to unbend pages…

Harry winced as he surveyed the damage more closely. Somehow his foot had dislodged a page from the middle of the book, right where the bended pages started. Carefully he opened the book to that page and looked at it.

Harry brought the page near the light of his wand and blinked. This wasn’t potions. This was the map he’d made a few days ago that he thought he’d misplaced. Draco must have picked it up.

Harry carefully made his way out of the bedroom to look at the map in better light. Draco had added to it, creating a circle using the attacks farthest away from each other as a diameter. By doing this, he’d also found the circle’s center. Harry frowned slightly as he looked at the area Draco had repeatedly starred in different color inks. There was nothing there, at least not on the map. But it had some significance to Draco, it must, for him to indicate it as so important.

Maybe Draco thought that the center of the attacks would be where Voldemort was hiding or launching the attacks? But Draco wouldn’t do something so…Gryffindorish as to try and sneak into Voldemort’s headquarters…even if he thought that stopping the attacks would stop the lockdown his father had on Malfoy Manor.

Harry folded the parchment again and put it in his pocket. Now was not the time to be thinking ‘what if’s. There was still a chance that Draco was in the school and Harry had to find that out first.