"All right?"

He nods, even thought it isn't all right at all. He doesn't want to talk about it, especially since suddenly he's not feeling all that well.

Malfoy doesn't ask. He just follows him to the dorm and sends Goyle down to the kitchens.

"It shouldn't be allowed. Not in school...."

They don't speak of it again.

They pick at their food, and he has this odd feeling that he knows what's bothering Malfoy, but he doesn't say a word in case he's wrong.

He's awake for hours that night, keeping back dreams of green light and high-pitched laughter.