Despite having decided to settle with Potter for the night, having actually managed to lay himself to rest next to him and almost doze off, Draco hadn’t managed to go through with it. He had been seconds away from sleep when a sudden wave of nausea hit him, making him feel very much like he was going to die and that everything was awful.<br/>The only way that Draco had found the feeling to subside had been to leave Potter’s room and get to his own, which had finally made his heart rate return to normal. His sleep had still been restless, hounded by waves of nausea and panic still, feeling what he could only assume was deep waves of regret.<br/>Part of him knew that he should never have slept with Potter. It had been stupid to allow himself to be caught up in something that only existed in his drunken mind, and by the fact that Potter was likely just bored by staying at the manor.<br/>The morning hadn’t been much better for Draco, feeling a deep sense of dread in having to face Potter once more, but knowing that he had no choice. He had to be an adult about it and be able to maintain a professional relationship with Potter, no matter how vivid his memories of them entangled were.<br/>This however proved even more difficult to Draco as Potter entered the study, making Draco’s stomach lurch and making the nausea return with a vengeance. He just wanted to disappear and never see Potter ever again, but he also knew that he couldn’t do that. Instead, he was just going to have to focus on the work he was doing and manage to get Potter out of his home that way.<br/>“Morning,” Draco stated, not looking up from the journals he was reading over, knowing that he would be unable to face Potter directly.<br/>“Fine, you?” Draco asked, figuring that he the least he could do was to be polite.