"You haven't been out of these four walls in...in a very long time. I – I should have thought. This is hard enough for you without being stuck in the same room without end. Especially when I'm gone most of the day," Malfoy begins apologetically, still holding that large brown paper parcel in his arms. "And while I can't exactly take you wandering around without suspicion, or attracting attention we don't want...well, I got you these," he says hesitantly, holding out the parcel to her, and she takes it, curious. It's soft and squishy, and Hermione lays it down on the table and tears the paper open, to reveal...a soft grey woollen cloak, and a pair of warm, practical boots that look very close to her size. He shoots her a hopeful look. "I thought maybe you'd like to walk in the gardens tonight? After everyone is asleep?"