A flash of panic ran through Draco once he heard the door unlock, and he knew that he didn't have time to go hide in his room with his stuff. However, the panic of being unable to flee was soon overtaken by a different kind of panic. Harry was bleeding, and he didn't look too good in general. It probably wasn't his place to do anything about the injury, but he<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>planning on becoming a doctor, so he felt like he had to at least do something.<br/>"Oh my god, Harry," he said in a soft voice, as he got up from his chair, and slowly approached his roommate. He almost reached out to touch Harry's face, but he figured that that would be a little too much. Luckily, he could see that it wasn't too bad, but he would really like to get a proper look at it. Even though he wasn't a real doctor yet, then he still felt like he was qualified to at least do some damage control on his face.<br/>"Are you okay? What happened to your face?"