"Please. Granger. You have to. Just keep it together. Just until we get to my room. But I can't...if we're seen and I'm being n-nice to you...I can't. They expect me to hurt you." Malfoy's voice wobbles and his fingers spasm around Hermione's; she looks up at him through her hair to see his features crumpling with revolted horror as he begs her to move. "I. I – I don't want to hurt you again," he begs her like a confession, and Hermione's stomach lurches at the pitiful desperation in his voice. She stares at him for a long, hard moment, her heart striking quick in her chest and his breath ragged little noises, his features written in desperation and blood. She takes a step, like a dam breaking, and Malfoy shudders out a sigh of relief, falling in beside her and just a little ahead, leading her as quickly as she will stumble.