Hermione woke in her little bed the following day with a sizeable headache. She felt like she had consumed an entire bottle of firewhiskey. She groaned and rolled over. Draco loomed over her, clutching a coffee. "Please say that is for me." She said hoarsely, reaching for it and taking a long sip."Uhh -" She paused and looked up."Oh my, it wasn't, was it? I am so sorry." She tried to hand it back, but Draco shook his head. "Severus is here; he wants to see you." Hermione leapt out of bed, panicking, and nearly fell again as her head threatened to split in two. "Snape?!" She shrieked, clutching her head. "We aren't prepared! Why is he here, is he going to report to Vol-" Draco cut her off; "He is here to help; you don't need to worry. He is a friend." Hermione laughed bitterly. "Not a friend I am interested in having. He is a traitor. He killed Dumbledore." A soft voice next to her spoke, and she swung around to the open door. "Ms Granger, quite a show you put on last night. I am pleased to inform you both that nothing but praise is flying around today. I am glad to see that both of my potions worked. I have two more for you here." He pulled out a set of flasks. "YOUR potions?" Hermione wailed, alternating between rounding on Draco and Snape, her head pounding. She opened her mouth to keep yelling when Snape sighed and pulled out his wand. "Expecto Patronum!" He shouted, and a silver doe erupted from his wand. It walked over to Hermione and gazed at her. She stared, frozen, into the gentle silver face. It was the doe that led them to the sword years ago. The one that appeared now and then at the Order with precious, critical news. News that had saved innumerable lives. She reached out a shaking hand, and as she touched the silver nose, the doe melted into vapour and drifted into nothing. Shaking, Hermione collapsed back onto her bed, staring wide-eyed at Snape. Her head pounded with more ferocity."Explain." She demanded.