"No. I – I can't, Hermione. I fucking won't..." Draco trailed off, his fist clenched white in the sheet, and there was a pleading desperation in his voice that made Hermione flinch and decide against arguing with him. She wordlessly replaced the vial with the others on the desk, shoving the cork firmly back in and walking back to Draco, her face all scrunched with worry. His lips were bloodless and his eyes far away, pain etched into his features as the pain no doubt gnawed at him.