Hermione heard more movement beyond the thin curtain sometime later and plucked it aside again, peeking out eagerly. Draco. Still shirtless, in just his bloodied chausses and boots, his torso covered with now faint and old-looking bruises and his arm splinted neatly, no doubt just until the Skele-Gro finished its work in a few days. His hair was still matted with blood, but his face was mostly clean, and his eyes were downcast.