"Healer Sylvan didn't say anything about the potion causing nightmares," Hermione said as she sat on the edge of Draco's bed, drawing the vial back to herself and resting her hand in her lap, being careful not to spill any liquid. He couldn't just refuse his potion. The Healer had said, and besides, Draco must be in horrible pain right now. Hermione had seen it happen, had her hands on the wound – seen Sylvan finish healing it; the horrible, deep gash, with nicked artery and trachea, and Dark magic writhing through it. It took time as well as magic to heal such deep wounds. "You need it," she insisted. Sylvan had said Draco was to take it, and Hermione wasn't about to disobey a Healer's orders.