Madam Pomfrey appeared from a side room and discharged Ron from his bed, handing him a few vials of painkillers to take with him. Harry left with Ron leaving Theo and Luna in his vacated bed. Madam Pomfrey tried to usher them out with the Gryffindors but all three of them refused, looking down at Draco unprotected in his bed made Hermione recoil in fear. Eventually, Madam Pomfrey gave up when Theo conjured muggle handcuffs from thin air and attached himself to Ron's bedposts with an evil grin. She rolled her eyes and went back to her room huffing about Slytherin's being a pain in her ass. It was well after midnight now, the halls were empty and the moon shone through the high windows casting squares of light onto the beds and floor. Hermione slept with her head resting beside her bonds, his eyes flickered behind closed lids, his body repairing itself as quickly as it could with the help of her touch as she drifted off to sleep.