"I ought to be asking you, Potter," Draco's voice was tight and pinched as it automatically seemed to turn when Harry was within sight, and superior in a way that sounded both snide and half-hearted.
"I was here first." And he had the sinking suspicion that Harry might be here looking for the same thing he was, though that didn't make any sense at all and he wasn't sure, really, if it was paranoid guess or that same strange doubling he was so used to feeling now.