"Okay." was all Draco said. He felt drained and empty, the fog still clinging to his skull. The echo of his pain was still there, thundering quietly in his ribcage. But the itch was gone. His wings were dormant and the burning flames in his fingertips only embers now. For the first time since the day Hermione was tortured in front of him, he felt like yes, he had tried to help her. 