And he can't help it: the first reaction there is just relief, pure and absolutely. It's not great that the rest of the family is needlessly worried, but...

He heads to the table, scribbling out a quick note- (Malfoy's here, he's fine, come home) -before sending it off with his owl to wherever Albus might be. Grabbing two glasses of orange juice, he heads back to his room and seats himself on the edge of the bed.

It's tempting to wake him up with a kiss. He's fluffed, asleep, appealing, but he bites it back - focuses on the shame he'd felt minutes ago - and instead moves to shake him awake.

"Oi. Malfoy. Everyone thinks you're a runaway."