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“You’re insufferable, that’s what you are.”

There is amusement in Potter’s voice, and Draco missed that, the sound of his voice when he’s happy. He wishes he didn’t.

Potter starts to walk again, and Draco crosses his arms, wraps it around Potter’s shoulders to keep himself from falling. He buries his nose in Potter’s neck, lets himself feel the warmth of Potter’s skin and allows himself this one minute of weakness and selfishness, because, he promises, this will be the last time.

He wants to kiss Potter’s neck.

Instead, he says, “Let me down.”

Potter turns his head, looks at him from the corner of his eye. “Can you walk?”

“Yeah.”

Potter kneels down and lets go of his legs, lets him step on the ground on his own and straighten himself up. Immediately, Potter stands and looks at him over, looks at him worriedly. “Are you okay?”

No. His vision’s dimming again and he feels like his head’s about to burst. “Fine.”

“You look like you’re about to throw up.”

“Must be your imagination.”

Potter rolls his eyes and takes his arm, pulls it over his shoulder. Once again, they’re pressed together, which is just as well, because Draco’s knees buckle.

Potter’s hand is around his waist in an instant. “Merlin, Malfoy. You can ask for help, you know,” he mutters through gritted teeth.

Draco’s vision clears, just a bit, and he tries to straighten his legs once more.

Potter’s voice is near his ear and it’s soft. “You can ask me for help.”

And Draco, in his delirium, replies, just as soft. “I know.”

He knows.

The castle halls are quiet when they pass through them. Gone are the students, and the only noise that echo are their footsteps and heavy breathing. Draco spends the trip trying to focus on keeping himself awake so much that it takes a while for him to notice that they’re already in front of a very familiar stone wall.

He laughs, a quiet laughter of disbelief. “Potter, why do you know the way to the Slytherin common room?”