Draco sits up then, shoving his feet into his espadrilles. He stands, casting a shadow across Harry’s sun lounger as his head blocks out the sun. "Just leave it, alright?" He tucks his book under his arm and slides his sunglasses up to sit on top of his head, turning his wrist to check his watch. "I’m going to go to my suite and take a shower. Pack. Read some more. I’m glad you’re feeling better. I really am. And I’m sure you’ll have no trouble tonight finding someone—or multiple someones—to enjoy the evening with. Just—don’t follow me, alright? Let’s not keep doing this."