"I know," she said quietly and something flickered over her face like a shadow over the sun, and then she smiled at him tired but serene and walked over to the bed, gingerly showing him what the recovery position was by arranging Pansy in it. She was unexpectedly gentle, careful, although she would obviously rather not have to touch Pansy, and Draco could see the empathy – not pity or sympathy but empathy – written all over her as she drew the blanket back up over Pansy and tucked it up around the Slytherin girl. And then she turned her gaze back to Draco, eyes sweeping over him. She stepped forward and slid her hand down the side of his face, trailing her fingers along his jaw.