"Done," Draco said just a few moments later, sounding as desperately relieved as Hermione was. They put themselves to rights and she tucked the little pot back in a pouch on his belt. They stood facing each other in the dark, the pain already leaching out of Hermione’s back. His arms went to her waist – the feel of a hand on her right side, and just a forearm on her left. Familiar now, mostly.