The route to their bedroom took longer than expected but at last, they arrived. Hermione sat down on the bed next to Draco to examine him. The wounds seemed to stay shut. She truly did everything that she was capable of. She covered him with a blanket and moved an armchair to his bed. The moment she sat down; Hermione felt as if a boulder fell on her shoulders. She didn’t sleep or eat for more than a day, was under the most stress she’d ever been, and was now facing the possibility of losing her love. She took his unusually cold hand, trying to warm it between her palms.