Pansy frowned. 'No, really, it's okay,' she told him again. 'Don't give it another thought.'
Pansy looked down at the potion in her hand. Suddenly, she remembered that Madame Pomfrey had told her to let him know what she was giving him. 'It's the potion Madame Pomfrey sent for headache,' she reported. Frowning, she looked down at it. She sniffed it and made a face. 'Yes, that's what it is. Smells just as ghastly as always....'
He swallowed the potion after that, making as much of a face as she had. 'Sorry,' she told him. She knew the thing tasted terrible. Any potion that was supposed to heal did, for some reason.
She set aside the potion and poured another mug of tea, taking it back to the bed. Carefully, she sat down beside him. 'Works better if you lean on me,' she told him softly.