Hermione got Draco back to bed with no little effort. He was heavy, and far weaker from blood loss than he would admit, Healer Sylvan's extra-strength pain potion hitting him hard and making him clumsy. Getting him to lie down in bed wasn't easy either, as the potion had swept him off into muddled half-delirium. He stood looming over her on unsteady feet, rubbing his thumb distractingly over her lower lip, petulantly mumbling something about how, "It isn't fair. You and me, here alone, and I'm...I can't...shit... it isn't fucking fair."