"I'm fine," he got out through gritted teeth as he willed his stomach to settle. Her hand disappeared, warmth vanishing, and Draco found himself craving it. Merlin, he was so fucking weak. "Thank you," he added stiffly, not knowing how to even begin navigating the situation they were trapped in; torn between giving in to what they both wanted, and sticking with the course he'd chosen. He straightened and turned to face Hermione, and she whispered a lumos that cast her face in soft blue light, nibbling at her lip, eyes fixed on the ground between them. Draco followed her gaze down and saw her hand, outstretched ever so slightly towards him.