Hermione bent forward, one hand braced on her knee, the other gently holding onto her aching throat as she fought for breath. "Draco, what in the absolute fuck was -" something crashed to the floor, shattering, causing Hermione to look up. Draco was shaking, the whiteness giving way to an unfortunate green tinge as he turned, racing for the bathroom. The door shut with a resounding slam before Hermione could move. The sounds of Draco retching could be heard above her pounding heart, forcing her into motion. She didn't knock, didn't bother asking if she could come in, before pushing into the bathroom. Her anger, her fear, all faded into nothing as she saw Draco, shuddering and sobbing, over the sink. She approached him carefully, fearful of his reaction almost as much as she feared her own.