Draco thought he needed Theo, needed his healing spells, his past experience with dark curses. As it turned out he was quite possibly mistaken because the places where Grangers hands touched burned warm. The soft weight of her hands felt like one thousand calming draughts as they glided through his hair, tugging it back so she could place her hand against his forehead. "Malfoy, tell me what happened now! How do I help? Should I go get Theo? Madam Pomfrey is busy but.."