"I... I don’t think so?" she said, the words coming out as a question.  She couldn’t believe what was happening.  Harry had told her Draco couldn’t possibly be so horrid as to let her die, but she’d been sure that was Harry projecting his own generous nature onto others.  Relief from pain, and relief from the fear that had been pressing her down, made her woozy.  She managed to set the cup down before she collapsed and the room tilted sideways.   When she came to, Draco was kneeling over her, an annoyed look on his face.  She was pretty sure he’d slapped her back into consciousness.   Gallantry only went so far, apparently.