"Yes. Fine." She isn't. Hermione really isn't, in so many ways. She shouldn't be feeling these feelings for Malfoy. This tenderness, this worry, this care. It frightens her. She goes up on tippy toes and places a gentle kiss on a clean patch of his skin at his jaw. "I'm just..." Exhausted. In constant fear. Glad Malfoy has returned. Filled with sympathy for him at what he's had to do today. How does she explain all of that? And even if she could, what would be the point? "...just fine. You should go wash up." She draws away and smiles at Malfoy, watching after him as he makes his slow and aching way into the bathroom. She cares.