"Oh damnit. Merlin, I fell asleep and forgot to give you your pain potion. I'm sorry." Hermione hurried over to the little desk in the corner where the vials sat in a neat row, and took one up; a delicate glass phial filled with a pale reddish liquid. "No wonder you're talking normally," she commented, apologetic and rueful as she popped out the cork with her thumbnail and pattered back across the room to Draco.