Digging the balls of his hands into his eyes, Harry couldn’t stop the room from spinning, having jolted upright far quicker than his mind could keep up with. Even dead asleep, the urgency of Towthorpe still tugged at him, the case having made such a lurch forward within a few hours that the prospect of rest didn’t cross Harry’s mind, no matter how fuzzy it was.<br/>“What time is it?” he slurred, eyes firmly closed though he turned his head towards the sound of Draco’s voice, still rubbing at his left eye.<br/>Blinking one eye open, Harry found the room strikingly well lit with daylight; it only made him shut his eyes again, running both hands over his face and through his hair with a wrecked little sound. “You should’ve woken me up -”