Harry awoke with a gasp, struggling to push himself up against the firm surface under his head with one hand and clutching the other to his chest where his heart was pounding so fast that he felt like he could vomit it up at any moment. He felt like he had just escaped the fires of a dragon - full of adrenaline and fear, trembling all over and barely able to breath. He was so pent up, that he only managed a dull kind of surprise when the hard surface under his hand moved, and there was suddenly a bright light under his chin. He flinched back from the light but felt a whoosh of relief pour over his head at the sight of a concerned Draco in front of him, the light from his wand casting harsh shadows across his face.