Draco's worry surprised Harry, to say the least; while he on his way back had simmered in annoyance (he did partially blame Draco for his injury), he now stood completely perplexed, looking at the other wondering where all<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>anger had gone.<br/>"Training," he answered a bit disoriented by Draco's proximity, taking a step towards the fridge in order to distance himself. It wasn't the worst injury he had gotten, nor would it be the worst he would ever get. "I got distracted and missed a pass. It's nothing serious."<br/>Harry's eyes lingered on the fridge, doing his best to avoid meeting the other's eyes. Harry's annoyance and anger had disappeared, leaving behind just a nauseating stomach ache; in an attempt to ignore it, he bend down to reach for the bag of peas.