Harry paused to consider it, eyes closed still. He felt like he was unravelling, finding it genuinely disconcerting that the very fibres of his being were fluid, susceptible to change through external influence. Despite what Draco was saying to lead Harry’s thoughts elsewhere, Harry’s mind wandered, too familiar with the implications.<br/>“I’m tired,” he eventually admitted, letting his hand fall from his face. His eyes were rubbed raw and pink, and he blinked at Draco trying to regain his footing in reality. Otherwise, Harry’s expression was blank, numbed.<br/>“S’just not what I was expecting.”