"Hannah Abbott," Hermione responded between sips of water. Draco could tell she wanted to drink it down as quickly as possible, make whatever feelings she was having go away. She had pulled her hand free of his to take the water, her other glued to her stomach. When she’d let him go, he’d slipped his hand down her arm and across her side until it rested on her thigh, unable to bring himself to take his hands off of her. He squeezed gently to bring her attention to him, and when their eyes met, Draco could see the unshed tears and prayed to Merlin she couldn’t see how badly he wanted to sob into her lap. His mind was slowly processing what Atticus had said explaining her mostly healthy state. But while he was oddly grateful for their reason for taking her, resulting in a need to care for her, the panic he’d been experiencing for days, and the relief of finding her, were pressing against the back of his eyes. It took all the energy he had left to contain his emotions.