"I checked his charts before I left. All of the wounds have been healed and his vitals are stable. All we can do now is wait." Harry slowly nodded and took a sip of the Firewhiskey in his hand. Hermione didn’t offer words of comfort, or reassurances that Malfoy would be alright. She couldn’t guarantee that he would be. She also knew that telling Harry it wasn’t his fault would be a lie; this one was his fault. 