Shivering, Pansy swallowed quietly. Hermione reached out and took her hand, grasped it tight. Pansy clung to her, and though her thick and heavy cloak had shielded her well from the cold, it was like she had been doused with ice-cold water. She felt it down to her toes, but did her best to ignore it, and met Hermione’s eye as confidently as she could, determined not to fail her.