"Well don't be. Honestly, Draco, by now you ought to know that I'm not going to think any less of you," Percy said. "You're sick. That's not a reflection on who you are." He wanted so badly to kiss him, or hug him, or do something else soothing, comforting, but he didn't want to hurt him.
"You'll get better and you'll be back to your scoffing superior self. Don't worry."