Acting on some instinct, she then lowered her hand to Draco’s heart, allowing the magic to flow freely from herself into him. The closer she pressed her palm to his chest, the heavier the sensation became; it was like the force between her hand and his heart were opposing ends of a magnet. As she resolved to keep the magic steady, Hermione inhaled sharply, drawing a deep breath, knowing that despite the immense energy this ritual required, she would not give up. She would trust in the Blood Magic; it was all she had left.