Relief had Draco half collapsing back on the floor, his hands snatching out to catch him. He tried not to think too hard about the hot liquid his hands were sitting in. He’d lost so much blood -  so much, but he wasn’t bleeding anymore. Draco imagined, that under the smear of blood across his front, the wound on Harry’s neck was completely healed and was a normal flesh tone for the first time in a year. He couldn’t wait to wipe the red away and find healthy skin underneath. He was halfway to reaching out to do just that, when Severus Snape arrived at Harry’s side.