What if she had said too much? What if he hadn’t understood her? What he was mad at her and thought she was a horrible, self-righteous bitch? Hermione sighed mournfully, pulling her knees up to her chest as the Healer smoothed cream potions over her back and murmured spells. Too much had happened tonight. There was too much for Hermione’s weary mind to process, and in the end all she wanted to do was curl up on Draco’s bed with him.