Draco does two things at once: he tucks himself back into his underwear and shorts, and he summons his wand from the living room where he left it with his bag and guide book. It lands in his palm with a loud smack. "Come here," he says. He gently pulls Harry up by the elbow and guides him back inside the suite, into the shade where he can see him properly. Harry’s eyes are out of focus, his skin shiny with sweat. He whines quietly, a fragile sound, his head lolling forward onto Draco’s shoulder.