He looked up at him, still with a dazed and glassy-eyed look in his eyes, absolutely and completely run down. "I'm not sleeping in your bed." He told him with the slight hint of disgust in his voice which really was amazing given the circumstances. He couldn't tell Percy that he was going to just sit there and not sleep though, that would be crazy, but going to bed was really the last thing on his mind now. He needed to stay awake and to find some way to do so since every fiber of his being wanted to pass out.
"I'm fine, I'll just-I'm fine." He looked away again at a bit of a loss. Was he supposed to just sit here all night? Sleep in his clothes? Draco reached for his shoes to summon them but then seemed to remember he couldn't use magic so he just dropped his hand back to the floor and pulled himself up on wobbly legs to retrieve them by hand with an exasperated sigh.