Draco went upstairs half an hour later, just a little bit tipsy and still in a rather unpleasant amount of pain, looking for Hermione but half-hoping he didn't find her. She was sitting on her bed with a book open on her lap and she looked up sharply when he walked in, her eyes red and her face blotchy. He smiled at her tightly, an uncertain expression, not sure what to say or do, or whether she even wanted to see him right now. But concern crossed her face, chasing away the wariness that had shuttered her eyes and tightened her mouth.