"No point –" Draco's voice caught and cracked, dry as dead leaves, and Hermione twisted and caught up a glass of water with a bright Muggle straw in it, held it to his lips and he sipped gratefully. "No point in...not," he whispered, finding it difficult to articulate his thoughts through the haze that clouded his mind. "Could've died. Missed out on... May as well, right?"