Hermione thought of Draco lying on the marble floor and crying as he begged his father not to do it, and her heart wrenched and she blinked back sharp tears, curled her fingers into his hair and found his mouth with hers; hot, fumbling kisses. Trying to soothe his pain with her mouth, trying to take it into herself and comfort him. But a moment later there was another drop, and Hermione cracked her eyes open just enough to peek through her lashes at his face. She swept her thumbs over the faint wetness beneath Draco's eyes, and he flinched and his rhythm stuttered and two faint blotches of pink appeared high on his cheeks.