Draco stumbled halfway up the cellar steps and fell heavily on his left hand and his chest, remembering at the last second to stick his right arm out to the side, thank Merlin, the fall painfully jarring. He let his cheek rest where it had landed on the edge of a rough wooden step and closed his eyes, just breathing. He went the rest of the way up the stairs bent over, with his hand always touching the stairs to balance himself. He didn’t want to risk falling again. Draco wanted to cry at the new indignity forced upon him, and tried to just be glad there was no one there to see him like this.