Draco got the distinct impression that he was interrupting a private moment between the two, one he hadn't seen coming but was not surprised by nonetheless. Their elation was contagious it seemed, Draco felt lighter than he had in a week. The air here was just easier to breathe, the irritation from his collar as it scratched against his neck faded into nothing as Granger stepped up to him and gestured for him to take a seat on the stool she vacated. He sat and wondered when he had started taking orders from the golden girl. She stepped between his legs, the dittany and a small piece of gauze in her hands as she reached up to his eye.