"Drink that and it won’t hurt so bad." Blaise waved at the potion Hermione still held, she pulled the cap off and handed it to him. He threw it back like a shot of firewhiskey and hissed. A shot of firewhiskey would have been preferable to the bitter healing potion probably aimed at repairing any lingering damage to his lungs and muscle structure. Harry helped him to his feet and Hermione slipped an arm around his waist, giving him her shoulder to lean on as they made their way back to Potter cottage. She heard Blaise telling the rest of the players that had circled round that everything was alright, but the game was over. 