It took Draco a few seconds to register who was talking, but once he did it was obvious. He would know that voice anywhere. He jumped off the bed and sidled towards the door. A plethora of memories were intruding just on the edge of his consciousness; most of them reasons not to open the door, and so he hesitated. Then he caught a whiff of pizza and reminded himself that last time Harry had been here, he had brought food. Draco opened the door and looked haughtily at the person paying for his room.