It took Harry three large gulps to drink it all, and with each one he felt the faint buzzing at the edge of his consciousness recede as he finally began to feel more than two steps from death. Hermione watched each gulp anxiously, though her expression had cleared into a relieved one by the time Harry was finished. He vanished the bottle lazily, and tried to avoid eye contact with her, convinced she was about to start pressuring him into speaking. He wasn’t sure he could tell their story without Draco next to him.