With a fortifying breath and a gentle squeeze on Draco's shoulder, he opened the door and stepped in with her. Blaise was asleep, his left side hidden beneath sheets and blankets, and she pulled a chair up next to his bed while Draco stared down at Blaise's pallid complexion. Hermione sat on Blaise's right side, taking his cool hand (his right) in both of her own. She ignored the feeling of Draco's eyes on her, ignored the tension that spiked in the room as she actually felt his eyes flick down to her hands wrapped around Blaise's, and ignored the sting in her throat as, with a brief nod in her direction, Draco left the room, shoulders a bit stiff. When the door closed softly behind her she sighed, and released as much of the tension from her shoulders as she could.