"Thank you," Hermione said softly as she set the glass on the cot and then held onto Draco’s arm as he helped her slip off. She was starting to shake and he just wanted to get her home. She needed a shower, something to eat, and then all the rest he could convince her to get. Looking at her eyes, it wouldn’t be a struggle. Draco’s heart clenched at the dullness he saw there, the beautiful golden amber light gone, leaving behind the dark brown he remembered seeing the first few times they’d crossed paths when he’d started Auror training. 