The spell worked this time, Hermione pushed every ounce of magic she could find into the tip of her wand and a white light glowed on his skin as it knitted itself back together. She could give him this, heal him. She didn't need this magic right now - he could take it all. It seeped from her hand into his, the blood replenishing potion also helping to warm him again. The magic inside her waned and she slumped into Theo’s side when the last of the cut closed up. He gripped her tightly, holding her in place so she could see for herself that Draco would be ok, he would live. If she had the energy to sob she just might have but there was nothing left inside her to give. Theo would look after them, she had done her part now. Darkness overcame her, exhaustion took hold and she succumbed to it eagerly, allowing it to carry her away from this place to somewhere she could recover what magic and sanity her body had lost.