"Bloody fucking hell!" Draco cursed as he drank in the familiar surroundings of his hotel room. He ran a shaking hand over his face. Nightmare. He hadn’t had one with that flavor in a while. "I’m losing it," Draco said into the silence. A quick glance at his phone told him it was barely two o’clock in the afternoon. He had finally collapsed in a fit of exhaustion to nap after his interviews. So much for that. "I’m completely losing it."