Following the sound of Draco's voice, Harry tilted his head slightly the other way as Draco briefly moved so close that Harry was able to at least partially focus on him and get a look at him. The sight that met him brought a genuine grin to his lips, closing his eyes, suddenly overwhelmed. Harry hadn't expected to run into Draco Malfoy under these circumstances (actually, he had years ago accepted, that he might never do), and he couldn’t help but laugh, but the sound got caught in his throat and it didn’t amount to much else than a rasping cough. As Harry closed his mouth, it once again tasted like blood, but as the charms cast upon his injuries were finally taking the edge of his pain, the iron aftertaste of his blood was slowly replaced with a vague minty taste.<br/>A few silent moments into the pain relief, Harry exhaled heavily with a frown. He assumed he had lost quite a bit of blood, because the sudden amount of oxygen that reached hid brain made him light-headed. "Fuck me," he mumbled, slightly disoriented as he finally opened his eyes, just to find that his vision was still as impaired as before. "Sorry, hi – shit, I keep forgetting just how<span style="font-style: italic">blind</span>I am –" it took him a few seconds to locate Draco's silhouette, and as he did, Harry awkwardly tried to straighten himself up into a more seated position. "You're … back in London."