Hermione ran a  solvere charm through her hair after the shower, leaving her curls frizzy. "Do you want breakfast?" She asked Draco, who was tracing his wand along his forearm, muttering a healing spell to knit the tiny cuts back together. He hadn’t done his face yet, his split eyebrow still looking painfully red. He shook his head, lips still moving imperceptibly to finish the spell. 