"Need? You need nothing. You are already perfect." She thought she might be sick. What absolute rubbish. He was now blathering on about her voice sounding like bells, and she realized all her worry was useless. He was so far gone, he would likely hand over his wand if she asked him to. "Right, well. Just...drink this. For me." Hermione thrusted out her hand, more than ready to get this over with. Watching him take the vial without question and chug it, a knot of guilt formed in her gut. She knew why she was doing this of course, but she wasn’t proud. He was vulnerable and defenseless and she was taking advantage.