            Frowning, Lucius straightened up before pulling out the chair beside her. Wordlessly, he tugged her forwards, and Hermione let herself sink into his lap. There was no heat, no flush and pull of desire like that previous night. Only his arms, warm and safe, and the soft words of comfort her murmured into her hair. "It is brave," he whispered, smoothing a hand over her hair. "It is brave to seek light in a darkness no others even dare venture into."