Draco nodded, numb. He felt detached. As if this were happening to someone else and he was merely spectating. He stepped towards McGonagall, feeling as if someone had moved his feet for him. McGonagall stepped closer as if to catch him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him into her side, "Come now, Mister Malfoy," she said gently, carefully, as if she were afraid, he might shatter; he felt like he just might, "let's get you upstairs,"