Mr Weasley was smiling kindly at him, "I know, son," he said gently, "and you will. But first we need to get you checked out - Harry would want you to look after yourself, wouldn’t he?" and Draco hated that just the mention of Harry’s name had him ungluing his feet and following Mrs Weasley obediently over to the bed where two Healers (a petit witch with fiery red hair and glowing yellow eyes, and a tall, willowy wizard who looked as if a stiff breeze might snap him in half) waited for him. He hadn’t seen Dumbledore leave, but he could very well have walked straight past Draco without him noticing he had been so wrapped up in his own mind.