Hermione pushed Harry to the side, running to the bed. It couldn’t be true. Not after all she’s done. She dropped on the chair next to the bed, refusing to believe it. A whimper escaped from her throat when she saw his eyelids flutter. He wasn’t dead. Harry woke her up to tell her that Draco was getting better. His eyes slowly opened. She didn’t know how much she missed dark silver until she saw it once more. Hermione felt a tear roll down her cheek as Draco’s gaze slowly focused on her.