"I'm – I'm sor– Um. I... You're dehydrated," Malfoy says in a rush instead of completing his stammering apology, and holds up his wand shielded from view between their bodies. "Here; open your mouth." She does so obediently, and he whispers "Aguamenti" and a trickle of water emerges from the tip of his wand. He puts it between her lips, and she moans in pleasure as it bathes her mouth with cool wetness, running down her throat and spilling out over her chin. It's heavenly and delicious, and she wants more and more. She drinks until her stomach is full and sloshing, while Malfoy watches her silently, carefully, and she thinks the expression on his face would suit Ron or Harry better than him. It is disconcerting to see Draco Malfoy stare at her with such gentle care. "This should hold you until the next time I come down. I'll – I'll try to bring you food and drink tomorrow, and perhaps by then I'll have been able to contact the Order."