"Are you two lovebirds done?" Hermione growled, growing visibly annoyed now. Draco mumbled something, too quietly for Theo to hear, and put his wand back in his pocket, rolling his eyes. "Would you  finally  tell me what he looks like? Especially after your... questionable attempt at healing?" she mocked, feeling Theo’s body shake lightly again. The energy that allowed him to make a little recovery thanks to Draco was almost entirely gone now, which could mean one thing only. He looked up at the blonde man, with pleading eyes—ready to beg for a quicker death, even though it would be the most humiliating thing he’d ever done. 