Hermione poked her head out to see if she could catch view of who was in the dungeon. When the wand light flashed into her cell again, she squinted and was able to faintly make out the shape of short blonde hair from the dim light. Draco, spotting her profile and shadow behind the ceramic, stepped closer to the bars, placing a hand gently on to one of the bars. "Hey." He wasn't fazed when she didn't respond. Instead, he dropped to one knee and pulled the duffel bag he had with him off of his shoulder. "I brought you some things. It'll make your survival easier." Hermione felt her ears perk up at that. He... Wants to help? But... Maybe, just maybe... She slowly crept forward on her hands and knees. She was only wearing the silk shirt, camping shorts and socks in the damp, underground cell, and she wished she had any extra fabric for warmth.