Draco jerked upright in his bed in the eighth year's tower, his skin glistening with sweat. his breathing was ragged and he felt like the room was spinning. He tried to stand up and walk to the bathroom, but his legs gave out and he crashed to the floor. He curled his body in on itself and tried to slow his breathing. He jerked when he felt a hand on his shoulder and tried to scramble away, but his head was fuzzy, and his breathing erratic. He could tell someone was talking to him, but he couldn't hear over the sound of his own beating heart. Whoever it was was stroking his hair and had sat themselves behind him, pulling him to their chest. his breathing was slowing and he was able to hear the person talking now, surprise coursing through him when he recognized that the voice belonged to Harry.