There was an inhale next to her — and then the rattle of porcelain. She opened her eyes to see Draco bringing a cup and saucer to her. Her head was stuffy, but she recognized the faint smell of chamomile. She concentrated on breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth.

"What happened?" Draco asked softly. The bed dipped as he sat beside her. "What am I missing?"

She sipped the tea, but it tasted like ash on her tongue. Handing back the saucer to him, she wiped her cheeks again and tried to push her emotions back.

"Harry had a Horcrux inside of him. A Horcrux Voldemort never intended to make. I'd guessed this some time ago, but I never told him. Or anyone else." Her eyes fell to her lap. "That's why he walked into the Forest. He was sacrificing himself to kill it."

The mattress shifted, and she heard Draco's throat click.

"He believed it would kill the Horcrux, but it didn't. It freed it."

The room blurred as she lifted her eyes to his. She blinked, and found him watching her carefully, his fingers inches from hers.

"Harry died for nothing," she whispered. "It accomplished nothing."

All the people that had died, all the friends that had been put up to Auction. And Harry's death had been pointless.

She started crying again, her lungs fighting against her ribs. Draco flicked his wand and brought a Sleeping Draught to her lips. She twisted away.

"It's four in the morning, Granger—"

"There's another vial of memories—"

"They will still be there in the morning."

She fell back into the pillow, allowing her body to sink back into the mattress as he tipped it down her throat. Her eyes started to close, and Draco turned off the light and slid onto the bed behind her, curling his shoulders around her and pressing his face into her hair. She listened to him breathe until sleep dragged her under.

~*~

She woke with Draco still wrapped around her, his warmth comforting her for all of five seconds before her blood ran cold. Her body flinched with the memories of the previous night, jolting him awake.

"Sorry." Her voice cracked as she turned to him.

He rubbed his eyes and looked her over, reaching to tuck a curl behind her ear. "How are you?"

She rolled to her other side and checked the clock on the mantle. Ten in the morning.

"I'm better," she lied. Her lips trembled, and she pressed them closed. "I need to watch the rest of the memories." She sat up and threw the covers off.

"Granger, it's important for you—"

She spun to him. "Nothing is more important than this."

A strange look crossed his face. She swallowed, forcing her shoulders to relax.

"Sorry, it's just…" Her mouth opened and closed as she struggled to find the words. "This matters more than anything, Draco. It's bigger than all of us."

His expression went blank again, and he reached for his wand on his nightstand. He waved it in her direction, and her pajama bottoms were transfigured back into denims.