"You have food?" Her belly growls loudly, and she doesn't care in the slightest. He nods, shrugging a bag off his shoulder and digging in it with his free hand. He tries to pull his hand from hers to get at the food more easily, but Hermione refuses to let him go, clinging with all her strength. "Please don't. I – I... I thought you weren't coming back. I thought I was going to die down here." Malfoy makes a strangled sound at that, and then after a frozen, awkward moment shifts position so that he is settled in the corner beside her, his legs stretched out in front of him and the bag on his lap. Hermione immediately presses up close to him, their hands still entwined – arms bumping together now too, their clasped hands settling to rest on his thigh, their legs snugged together.