There was a medical suite on the First Floor of the palace, an infirmary of sorts, and it was here that Hermione sat watch, one hand gripped tightly in Harry's own, while the other pulled on her hair to offset random bursts of restless anxiety, that were liable to erupt from her chest at any moment. She hadn't left his side since he and Enola had been moved here, not that Harry had any way of knowing that ... Lord Voldemort himself could have strode into the palace, with a Get Well card and a bunch of grapes, and Harry would have been none the wiser.