Harry’s eyes found Dumbledore’s - he hadn’t moved since they’d begun - and he said what he’d been thinking since being lain on the bed, "I want Draco," he croaked, jaw trembling slightly - he realised it wasn’t just his jaw, all of him was shaking, "Where is he? I want Draco," Dumbledore was slow to speak, and so Madam Pomfrey beat him too it.