Hermione woke up to the early morning light of Atlantis sneaking through the gauzy curtains, and Draco’s groans. He had a hand to his face, which was still covered in dried blood from the night before. The black eyes he’d sported the day they’d arrived had returned too, deep and purple around his eye sockets. "I think my ribs are broken again" he whispered, his voice hoarse and nearly gone. 