"Draco..." A shiver ran through him when Hermione said his name and he pulled his eyes from his mother, glanced down at her. His eyes were flat and rimmed with red, the lines of his face drawn and strained, but he tipped up the corner of his mouth minutely as he stared down at Hermione; gratitude in that whisper of a smile. He turned back to his mother, a steady calm in his voice as Hermione rubbed her thumb firmly over the inside of his arm, trying to transmit what comfort she could.