Draco went into Harry's room to wake him up four hours later.
"Harry, Sweetheart, time to wake up..." rubbing circles on the boy's back, Draco talked in a low, soothing tone.
"Mmm..." Harry moaned, rubbing his face into his pillow before blinking slowly awake, "Draco..." he reached for the older man.
Draco remembered that Harry tended to be clingy when he was tired as he picked up Harry and helped dress him.
"It's okay, shh..." as Draco helped Harry down the moving stairs, which magically turned into ramps for him, "What do you want to eat today?"
"Not hungry..." yawned Harry.
"You will be when we get down there, Sweetheart."
They entered the hall ten minutes later, and Draco helped Harry to sit on one of the benches.
"You set?"
"No! Stay, Draco! Please!" Harry clutched his hand.
"I'll just be across the room, Sweetheart-"
"PLEASE!"
"Okay, all right," Draco lifted Harry onto his lap, carding his fingers through Harry's hair as the boy began to eat.
When Harry was finished, Draco helped clean him up and get him to class.
"Have a good day, Sweetheart. The teachers can come find me if you need anything, okay?"
"Okay. I love you, Draco."
"I love you too, Harry. Be good."
Then class began, and Draco went back to the Great Hall to eat his own breakfast, hoping beyond hope that today would be a good day for Harry.