Draco slept all afternoon, Hermione prodding him half-awake periodically to administer more pain potion. Healer Sylvan came up at five with a blood-replenishing potion, chicken broth, and a wide smile. Draco suffered sleepily through a brief examination, and Healer Sylvan's round, serene face was cheerful beneath his mop of curly grey hair as he pronounced Draco much improved, despite what looked like a developing fever. Draco grumbled something that sounded like, "Fuck off," and Hermione inhaled a sharp, embarrassed breath and tried to apologise to Sylvan, only to have her apology ruined by Draco repeating himself, with more irritation this time.