"Come on, dear," Mrs Weasley whispered gently in his ear, steering him towards Harry’s bed. Draco let himself be arranged as Mrs Weasley saw fit, not sure he would be able to move otherwise. Mr Weasley began placing chairs around the bed, putting an extra one down next to Lupin, and two on the opposite side of the bed. Lupin nudged Black, trying to encourage him to shuffle down the bed. Black froze, and Draco saw him swallow heavily before he pushed his chair back and reseated himself in the new chair on Lupin’s other side. Draco’s didn’t miss the way his eyes trailed desperately across Harry’s form. The moment he was reseated, he closed his hand over Harry’s ankle through the blankets.