He pulled her hand up from the couch, dropping the blanket and gently guiding her into the room. He didn't ask about her day or how she was feeling. She thought about Mr.Malfoy and how he gazed at her as she spoke passionately about her love for literature. She felt her opinions were important. That they mattered as he egged her on and commented on her liking for classic books. She felt like he actually wanted to talk to her about something she enjoyed. Something that was apart of her. Not her past. Whereas Scorpius had just dragged her from the rain, without a care in the world.