"Granger..." He put his hand over hers, stilling her motions as she began on the third button. Hermione looked up at Draco and could see just how it felt for him, to need her to do this. He looked broken. Stupid boy, she told herself firmly, so that she didn’t start sniffling with sympathy, there’s nothing weak about needing help. She twisted her hand around beneath his and squeezed his cold fingers, kindly, and pushed his hand firmly but gently back down at his side.