Draco had said that he was going to get out of the Retreat and ever since then he'd made every effort to do just that. He spent a lot of time arguing with the head of the hospital and speaking to his family's lawyer. That afternoon he seemed to have thought he'd gotten somewhere because he packed up all of his bags, dragged them out of his room and down the stairs to the front door as if all he had to do was wait for a car to come and pick him up.
He'd forgotten exactly what had transpired between him and Percy that left him feeling so sore but he knew he was still mad at him and was determined not to be the one who broke their silence first. Things were a little different now, though, because he was getting out. It was highly likely that they wouldn't see each other again and even if they'd only spent a little time together the idea of leaving without a farewell made him feel somewhat dismal.
Against his better judgment, he left his bags unguarded near the door and marched back upstairs, his coat already on, cinched at his waist and a scarf wrapped around his neck. He knocked smartly on Percy's door. If he wasn't there he wasn't going to go looking for him, gloomy feelings or not.