"Oh, god," Hermione sobbed, lifting a hand gingerly to her forehead. It was throbbing more so than before and now her nausea had returned with some added cramps. She felt so ill, both inside and out. "What have I done, Astoria? What have I done? I've done something terrible. I'm not – I'm not – Draco will never forgive me. None of you will. None of you. Oh my god. Oh my god,"