Harry turned to say something to Draco, but upon seeing the other’s face, he couldn’t help the bark of laughter that escaped him - Draco looked terrible, possibly worse than when they’d emerged from the Chamber of Secrets together. His face was flushed and patchy, sweat and doxycide mingling together and smeared all over his forehead and reaching into the roots of his hair, so that the front of his fringe was slicked back with a disgusting grey-black paste. The nasty look Draco shot in his direction, told him that he knew exactly what Harry was laughing about.