As the weeks went by, Esme's voice gradually returned. Thanks to Mr.Malfoy. He would come by her room each morning, staying for no more than ten minutes, then left with a quick goodbye. He stopped paying attention to her words, seeming distracted by other things. Sometimes he wouldn't even glance up at her, keeping his hard stare on the chessboard that divided them apart. She wondered if she had offended him with her words. Every night he would leave a sleeping draught by her bedside, and she would take it instantly, falling into a peaceful sleep without the interruptions of her nightmares. Scorpius began sleeping beside her. Each time he stayed, it became more natural to be in his arms. She found herself not wanting to pull away.