Draco’s trail of thought, which already was broken and confused, was entirely gone off the rails by the appearance of the headache relief potion. He hadn’t even been aware that Potter wasn’t feeling well, but Coote seemed to already know and to make sure that he was supplied with what he needed. It made his heart ache even more, knowing that it was likely just a hangover and that their level of intoxication easily could play into how Potter was feeling about him this morning.<br/>“Yeah, sure,” Draco muttered, a soft frown on his face as he tried to take in Potter, though not wanting to look like he was staring. It was a difficult balance that he was highly doubting that he was managing in any way, shape or form.<br/>“You’re not feeling well?” He asked, wanting to get confirmation that it was just a hangover and that Potter hadn’t gotten genuinely sick. Even if Draco found it terribly awkward and embarrassing to be around Potter still, he knew that he would easily be able to mix a stronger potion for Potter, just in case the regular pain relief medication that Draco had lying around didn’t cut it.