Hermione gasped, feeling prickling in her eyes. She was so gathered, prepared for anything. But not this. She studied his face. Draco’s eyes were red, his hair and clothes were a mess. Even if he slept tonight, which she highly doubted, he did it without undressing. She looked at the crumpled pieces of parchment in his hand. Hermione never intended for Draco to read those while she was still alive.