I awake to find no peace of mind
How do you live as a fugitive?
Spies, Coldplay
Draco stared at Potter's disfigured face, willing him to understand Draco's thoughts.
'I won't give you away,' he thought, as loudly as he dared. 'I want to help you. Please help me.'
"Is it him, Draco? Is it Harry Potter?"
Draco swallowed. 'Potter, please.'
"I...I can't be sure." Potter's eyes widened.
When Potter left, he took Draco's wand with him. Draco wasn't sure if Potter meant to help him or hurt him. You-Know-Who couldn't expect Draco to perform adequate pain curses without his own wand, but now Draco was nearly defenceless.
He dreamt of rescue, of Potter, every night, regardless.