“I’m going to give you another dose of pain potion and a sleeping draught. When you wake in a few hours you should be good as new. Someone else will sort you out in the morning.”
“Not you?”
Hermione shook her head. “No, I’m the night shift.” She opened the vial and leaned closer. Breathing sharper when she realized she’d rested her hand on top of his, and moving it would be too abrupt. So she left it.
He nodded and tipped his chin up, opening his mouth. The potions dropped onto his tongue and down his throat. Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed with eyes closed.
While she cleaned up her vials and bits of gauze his breathing slowed. She’d never been great at tailoring charms but she mended his trousers as best as she could.
“Granger,” he said, head turned to face her. One of his hands twitched at his side and she cast a diagnostic, worried she’d missed something that would cause tremors but nothing showed up on her scan. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” she answered reflexively. “Sorry for what?”
He breathed in and out. Lashes fluttering shut once more. “Being…a coward.”
And as he drifted into dreamless sleep, she thought at least he’s trying. It was all any of them could do.
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