On the nurses instruction, Hermione squeezes her eyes shut tight, holds her breath and pushes down with everything she has. Her face feels warm and red, blotchy and unattractive but, when she opens her eyes, Draco is looking at her the same way he always has. He’s looking at her like a man lost in his feelings for her. Fear wracks him. She can see it but only because she knows him so well. He’s an expert at hiding it otherwise. She can see it in the tremble of his bottom lip and the shake in his hand that grasps hers. 