He was better, and not just in terms of his wound having almost totally healed with the last lingering traces of Dark magic nearly gone; Draco was just better. Hermione had spent nearly every minute of the last four days glued to Draco's side, and he was more like his old self than he had been since – since he'd first turned up on the doorstep with Remus and his mother, resentful, cowed and desperate.