"Because why?" Hermione sounded utterly bewildered, and concerned, and Draco wondered – not for the first time – how she was considered bright when sometimes she could be so damned thick. He shrugged off her hand on his arm, ignoring the prickling, hot pain in his throat as he swallowed hard and made to get out of bed, feet on the floor, wobbling upright if rather unsteady. Hermione pushed him back down with absurd ease – a mere nudge to his chest with the palm of her hand – and Draco scowled up at her, relenting.