You had found yourself outside of Draco's dorm after a fight.

Draco opened the door, revealing you standing there outside his dorm, looking miserable and bloody awful, deep wounds on your face, scratches, bruises, and scars. You indeed look miserable. Draco had this expression, not the usual, a different one, usually, he'd have this cold, nonchalant expression while this time it was different, he looks concerned and shocked—like really shocked, he knew you'd get into fights, but this time? It was a bad one—a serious one.

"Merlin, you look so bloody miserable, come in, I'll take care of you." He steps aside, leting you in, his face still carried a concerned expression.