Draco was just about ready to unzip his trousers and take a piss when he heard it. The by now familiar sound of Potter breathing. He glanced up at the mirror, but like so many times before, he found he couldn't see Potter. He took a deep breath and let it out, a relaxation technique Pansy taught him. Like always it didn't do crap, but it was worth a shot.

Draco didn't bother turning around as he asked, "Can I help you Potter?"

There was a rustling sound and when Draco looked up once more he could see Potter's head, the rest of his body was still covered with that damn cloak, but at least now he could see Potter's facial expressions, which always seemed to be giving away the boy's intentions.

Potter made a face that looked a lot like his 'I'm in pain and confused face' and asked, "How do you always know when I'm here?"

Draco crossed his arms and said, "I might not be able to see you, but I can still hear you. Do you even try to be quite?"

Potter rolled his eyes and then fidgeted nervously for a moment before asking, "Why where you grounded?"

Draco let out a tired sigh and asked, "Why does it even matter? It's not like it's going to affect you, your teams still going to win."

Potter…Harry, looked a bit hurt, like Draco had just said something really cruel, and mumbled, "'m just curious, s'all."

Draco sighed and said, "Look Potter, if it makes you feel any better, nobody knows. Other than Severus and myself of course, but my friends, Pansy, Blaise, and my teammates, they all have no idea."

Potter looked completely baffled, obviously not getting what Draco was saying, so Draco added, "You might be in the dark still, but your not all alone."

With that said, Draco gave him a small clap on the shoulder and left the bathroom, he hadn't really had to go that bad anyway.