Hermione closed her mouth, unable to refute that. It was true. She had only seen this other side of Malfoy by staying with him, over time. "Ron, I can’t make you see his changes. That scares me, because if I can’t even convince you guys, how am I supposed to convince others? All I have are these broken memories of our time together and I don’t know how to fit together to tell you the story. Do you know he told me about the time he got his Mark. And when I couldn’t sleep because of nightmares, he forbade me to put the Muffiato Charm. He said, I shouldn’t have to suffer alone. And once when I took him to my mother’s grave, he made it snow. Later, much later, he held me as I cried and told me it wasn’t my fault. He didn’t brush my tears away; he didn’t say it would turn out to be okay. He didn’t make any false promises. And he cares about Dobby, as surreal as it sounds. All of this separately doesn’t mean much at all. But together, they all mean the world to me,’ she pleaded with her eyes.