Harry gasped a great heaving breath, fighting to scramble back and escape the presence in front of him - fuck,  fuck he needed to get away. His stomach roiled and cramped and threatened to expel its contents. It was only when he nearly tumbled off the edge, and he was saved by a tight grip around his wrist, that Harry realised where he was. A frightened Draco was holding him firmly, preventing him from toppling off the bed.