It was precisely after that moment that Draco’s ears perked up to the sound of the bar door opening, the hinges squeaking in protest as a small figure stepped outside. His breaths were coming out in fast pants, his vision focusing in and out on the figure that walked in his direction. He hated to be seen like this, a Malfoy groveling in the dirt, but all he could focus on slowly inhaling the soured air through his nose and exhaling from his mouth before he either puked or passed out. To be honest, Draco didn’t know which one he preferred at the moment, knowing that either one could possibly put him out of his misery.