He wanted to see her. Those dark-circled eyes, that worry-crinkled brow, and wan, smiling mouth. His head felt like it weighed a ton and his throat seared with sheer agony that made him feeling like weeping, made him want to shudder into a little ball to try to escape it, but he couldn't. He must have made a sound or shown his pain, because a warm hand wrapped around his fingers, and Hermione was saying something that was very hard to understand through the agony eating his throat.