Soon, it was already the Sunday before the hearing. Hermione laid in bed lazily that morning, feeling the beads of perspiration pool around her forehead. Her skin was sticky in the late summer heat; it felt odd not to be able to refill her cup of water or cast a simple Cooling Charm. It would be a relief to have her magic back, but even more, she wanted Draco with her. She wanted nothing more than for him to be here with her, feeling his touch and hearing him reassure her that everything with the baby would be fine.