"The – the Dark Lord?" she asks, adding: "Don't put that on. Come here." There's a note of casual command to her voice, and Malfoy raises an eyebrow inquiringly but does as she says, moving around the bed with his shirt in hand. They have grown comfortable around one another again, during his long recuperation. Hermione isn't scared any longer – she treats him, she realises, almost like she treats Harry and Ron. Treated Harry and Ron. She bosses him about, and fusses over him.