Though Harry was able to recognize that he was uncomfortably wrong, the concern in Draco’s voice felt out of place. Living alone, Harry had often enough woken up in similar states, and he knew that, in time, he would be able to drag himself out of bed for a potion.<br/>He barely opened his eyes, looking at Draco through heavy lids, turning slightly on one shoulder, unfolding his arm from beneath himself.<br/>“Yeah,” he repeated, but not before he realized he would have to clarify what he was saying. “In the cupboard in the closet.”<br/>With his free hand, he rubbed at this eyes, making him see specks of light and making his head turn. “I have some for fevers.”