The walk back to the dormitory was a slow one. Harry’s hands trembled lightly, and he found himself breathless with every step, but still he pushed on. There would be questions if he were found collapsed in the corridor. Questions he didn’t know how he would answer. In many ways though, his poor physical condition acted as a boon: it gave him something to focus on other than the crushing sensation in his chest. Occasionally, his mind would drift to Draco, and he would have to stop and centre himself to avoid breaking down into tears in the hallway.