Draco kept his promise and did his very best to not rush to her defences whenever she returned completely drained. She was somewhat proud of him for taking it with a pained expression and lips as thin as paper when he would nearly catch her crumbling to the sofa Saturday and Sunday late afternoons. Instead of going on a tirade about how Snape was going too far and that he would have a word with him, he held Hermione and stroked her hair when her head felt like it was splitting open from the constant digging inside her mind.