Harry rushed to gather him into his arms, but Draco beat him too it, wrapping his arms so tightly around Harry that he could barely breath. He didn’t complain though, only pressed himself closer and stroked a hand relentlessly up and down Draco’s back. Harry struggled to find something to say, but he wasn’t sure that Draco necessarily wanted to hear a soothing platitude. Harry wasn’t sure there was one to give. He didn’t know what to do: the image of Draco he had in his mind was of a Draco determined to save him by the strength of his will alone. He didn’t know how to be the one full of hope and conviction. He didn’t know how to have faith for them both, but he knew he had to try.