Draco met her at the top of the stairs. The walk to the only entrance/exit of the dungeon was a long one, and dark, at that. She had been in no mood to aid her way with magic, and so when she saw the dim outline of the bottom of the stairs, she paused there, and suddenly the earth opened from above. The rumbling helped rouse her from the trancelike state she’d found herself in during that solitary, dark walk, and the piercing sunlight and its heat woke her—she glanced up and saw Draco’s form, tall and broad, standing expectantly at the top. She had nearly made it all the way up the last of the stairs, but he reached down, took her hand, and helped her up the final ones. She ended up about an inch away from him.