"It's nearly eight o'clock in the morning now – you've been out all night, and the Healers said it was normal, but Merlin, I was so worried. That – that you wouldn't, wouldn't –" She stifled a sob. "You – you nearly died." Those gorgeous warm firewhiskey eyes were darkened with tendrils of clinging fear, with the memory of what had happened, and Draco squeezed her fingers and licked his dry lips cautiously.