"You were drinking last night," Joel commented, and Draco stared at him, too.
                              
Harry's forehead furrowed, looking at him. "How do you that?"
                              
"You should brush after taking a Hangover Potion. It smells almost as distinct as the alcohol."
                              
Harry frowned. "I had a rough night... but I drink every night... it just varies in amount."
                              
Joel's eyes widened and he frowned. "Oh, Harry."
                              
Harry couldn't look at him or Draco. He sat down and stared at the floor. "I need to sleep sometime, Joel. I was going insane and just needed to take the edge off. I still get the dreams, but I don't panic... I'm just numb to it."
                              
"No wonder you're getting worse. It's not helping you, Harry."
                              
"Nothing can help me, Joel," he whispered.
                              
"I don't believe that," he said, and Harry noticed he shared a look with Draco. "If there's anyone that can overcome this, it's you and Draco."
                              
Harry blushed at Joel lumping Draco in with him. He still couldn't look at Draco. He hated how weak he was, when he knew Draco went through so much more. Over five years of torture for him... and, for Harry, it was just five years of sleepless nights and panic attacks. It was only getting worse. He started shaking as the anxiety and shame built up. He drew a few tense breaths, and the cylinder hit him in the arm, again.
                              
"Oww," he muttered and looked at Draco, who held out his hand, again.
                              
Harry placed his hand into his, and Joel came over and offered his out, too. Harry took it. "Breathe, Harry. Don't think you're alone. You have people who support you."
                              
Harry took a few deep breaths and nodded. He looked into Draco's eyes and calmed down. He shimmied out of their grips and mumbled an embarrassed, "Thanks."
                              
"Don't worry about it, Harry. I'm sorry... I have to go. But I'll be here tomorrow... for Elsa's appointment."
                              
Harry nodded. "That's good."
                              
"I'm not sure I'll see you tomorrow, but I'll stop by when I can, Draco," Joel said with a smile.
                              
"Okay," Draco said, and Harry smiled as Joel left. 
                              
Draco had never really spoken in front of anyone else before. Harry wished he knew when it was alright to ask Draco things. He wanted to know why he did certain things. The obvious answer was torture, but he wanted to know what they made him do to act the way he does.
                              
"What are you thinking about?"
                              
"That you talked to Joel."
                              
"You trust him," Draco said.
                              
"I'm not the best judge of character, now am I?"
                              
"Yes, you are."
                              
Harry gave him an incredulous look.
                              
"One incident is hardly an indictment against your instincts, Harry."
                              
"I trusted Moody, got Cedric killed. I trusted Dumbledore and he lied to me. I didn't trust Snape, and he was on my side. Yeah, great judge of character."
                              
"You trust me," Draco said, quietly and Harry stared into his soft, grey eyes. "No one else did... or would have. Weasley and Granger are close enough to be your brother and sister. Don't let that bastard mar your great instincts."
                              
"I still let my guard down so much to... that bastard."
                              
"We're you drinking?"
                              
"That's not an excuse."