While Harry was grateful for all of this, Draco was continually unsettled. From where he stood the war was poised to happen, all sides crouched and ready to spring. The first shot had yet to truly fire. He was meant to be that shot. But his goal seemed further and further away with every passing moment. He needed to find out what was going on, and why Hogwarts was all wrong now.

So wrapped up in trying to figure out how to make this all happen, he moved through the halls between classes with his head down, too wrapped up in his own thoughts and planning to pay attention. It was only out of habit that he slammed his shoulder into Harry's as they passed each other, with a half-hearted "watch it," called back to him.