Hisses of pain could be heard from where he was hidden as he tried to move. Pansy had healed his ribs, but they'd still be sore. Not to mention she'd discovered his knee had been dislocated, even with magic it would be painful to walk on tonight. Just when Draco was debating going back to help the boy, he heard the top of the vial open. The clinking of glasses being set back down on the stone floor sounded, then shortly after the sandy curls of the boy’s hair stuck out. 