As soon as Draco left the room, Harry leant back against the pillow, running his fingers under the frame of his glasses in an attempt to rub his eyes. He exhaled in a slight moan. Harry didn't notice how utterly sloppy the potions had made him when he spoke, but he saw it in Draco's reactions, and that made Harry's stomach turn with embarrassment.<br/>"Fuck me," Harry muttered with his fingers pressed against his closed eyes. He lied there for a moment, his hands covering his eyes, until Draco's voice once again managed to sneak up on him, making his heart skip a beat. Clumsily, Harry moved his hands away, trying to straighten his glasses while propping himself back up. "Thank you," he breathed, this time doing his best to filter his thoughts before they left his lips. Harry's eyes flickered back to Draco, and eventually lingered on his eyes. "Really, thank you - I feel like a mess, and I feel like I come across like a drunk twat, and I'm sorry." His voice drifted off for a moment, before he continued with a nother deep breath. "But truly, thank you."