"I love you," Hermione told him softly, not knowing what else to say or how else to help, and a sigh shuddered from his lips and his eyes slid shut. "It’s all right," she said again, fingers dragging through Draco’s hair and stroking over his scalp soothingly, and he made a small soft sound and his arms came up around her; fingers digging into her back and splint pressed uncomfortably against her side. Buried his face in Hermione’s wild hair, his juddering breath hot on her head, as she made small soothing noises, like he was a child or small frightened animal she was calming. She didn’t know what else to do.