Blood returns and the tingles rush into his arm, rocketing down to his fingertips. He cringes, but doesn't move it. He can't quite yet, anyway. Lower in the bed, now on her level, Draco lets his non-numb arm come around and lightly stroke her hair. Hermione burrows her face into his chest and his heart staggers. He brushes a curl off her cheek, glad that no part of her is now touching his Dark Mark.