The sudden movement in his peripheral vision sent another violent jerk through Harry's arm, uncurling it from its pinned position against his chest. Harry turned towards Draco, scrambling himself up onto his elbows and into a half seated position, flinching away from the touch. Though Harry appeared to be looking at Draco, there was no sign of recognizing the man besides him; instead, there was an unmistakable look of fright in his eyes.<br/>"Let go," he pleaded, his voice rough with desperation and a sob building in his throat. In another sudden movement he kicked at the covers, instead turning to stare into the dark bedroom. As he finally seemed to coordinate his movement, he panicked pushed at the covers, attempting to fully disentangle himself and get out of the bed. "Let<span style="font-style: italic">go of me</span>, I have - we have to<span style="font-style: italic">get him</span>, please -"