Draco's description of the potion made Harry laugh a small, coughing laugh as he took the glass. "Well, at least it doesn't taste like anything," he echoed, well aware that it probably was still going to be terrible. He was still feeling slightly lightheaded, yet perfectly aware of the room around him, and especially how the mattress dented next to Harry's thigh where Draco had sat down.<br/>With a slight hesitation (Harry could already see that the texture of the drink was going to be unpleasant) he downed as much as he could in one gulp. Though he went into it intending to swallow, but as soon as the potion was in his mouth, he made a face, and it took him a moment too long to swallow the potion. "Fuck me, man," Harry coughed, "the next thing you're making me drink better be coffee, because this is terrible."