Later that night Hermione sat on her bed, her small hands gripping the sheets, her head felt like it will explode any second. When Draco came out of bathroom and kneeled in front of her, giving her the muggle medicine, she gulped the whole glass of water down and thanked him silently. Draco put the glass on his bedside table and took her hands in his, gently rubbing her knuckles. She still felt like there was blood on them still, despite washing them a few times already.