Draco continued his whispered mantra as he encouraged Harry to step back, until Harry was pinned between the castle’s stone walls and the length of Draco’s body. Harry could hardly think, overwhelmed by all that had happened that evening. He felt nearly drunk on all of the adrenalin of the day, the highs and the lows all coalescing into one. The panic of being caught and attacked, the anxiety of being dragged to Dumbledore’s office, the apprehension of having this very conversation with Draco.