Sixth year came with sly glances and brushing fingertips in the hallway; throwing all caution and risking friendship for feelings Harry and Draco had been denying since they were kids.
Ron and Hermione exchanged knowing looks, but nobody said anything. Not even when Harry inconspicuously crept out of his bed nearly every night at half past two eith his Invisibility cloak in tow, not returning until sun was just peeking out over the mountains, if at all.
He looked happier than ever this year, secrets tugging on the corners of his mouth every time he spoke.
