Draco climbed the stack of furniture on the room of requirement as the fore began eating away at everything in its path. As he slipped, he held on to something, not being able to pull himself up...he had a look of desperation in his eyes, a kind that he didn't have before.

And even so, as you came back on one of the flying broomsticks you'd found, he reached out and took your hand. He held onto your shoulders, tightly, as you crashed the broom after leaving....he groaned as he hit the ground, rolling onto his side.