Clumsily, Harry managed to put on his glasses. His fingertips were tingling, making the gesture awkward, and when he was handed the potion, he almost felt drunk as both his extremities and head buzzed.<br/>Harry gripped the mug tightly in fear of dropping it, as he lifted it to his lips. His eyes lingered on Draco across the edge of the mug, as he downed the potion in a few gulps. Though Harry had become familiar to St. Mungo's since he started as an Auror a few years ago, he still shut his eyes as an involuntary reaction to the burning taste of spearmint which the potion left behind.<br/>"No, yea, I've had it before," he said as his grimace and the overpowering eventually taste faded, though his voice remained slightly shaky. Harry once again turned his eyes towards Draco, and after watching him for a moment, something in his medicated brain felt the need to continue, and he blurted out: "- you haven't been here long, have you? Or have I just gotten my arse kicked nights when you weren't in?"