Draco didn’t say anything and Hermione nodded with satisfaction. Good, that had shut him up; even he couldn’t argue with a Healer’s assessment. She pulled the blankets up and straightened them, and leaned back, easing the cricks out of her spine, opening her mouth to drive in the final blow of her argument. Then a startled yelp of pain bubbled up in her throat instead, as something – a hand? – pressed gently but firmly on her injured shoulder blade. The touch sent her nerves into a frenzy of firing, zinging messages to her brain – hurts hurts hurts.