Draco bit his lip, hands shaking as, without a word, he held out the sheet of parchment to Hermione to take and read herself. Fuck. He could feel his cheeks burning and his palms were clammy, heart still thudding away too quickly. He couldn't even begin to process everything his mother had written – he felt numb, dazed. Fucking stunned. Hermione's presence helped; sitting on the edge of her bed together, her thigh pressed warm to his, sitting in silence, thankfully. He didn't think he could stand her infernal curiosity and questions right now.