She heard the squeak of a mattress a few minutes later and reached out, ignoring her Healer’s inquisitive glance and twitching the curtain aside slightly. It was just George leaving, his healing finished. Before Hermione let the curtain drop back she caught a glimpse of Draco, sitting shirtless on the bed opposite, his head bowed. She held the curtain open a little longer. Hermione felt oddly shy seeing him like that without his shirt on, and butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach. A twinge of warm interest kindled in her – and was then quickly stifled as her Healer did something and sparked off a sharp pain in Hermione’s back.