"I’ll tell her," Hermione assured him once she had committed the message to memory, and he nodded shortly, refusing to meet her gaze now, head bent and eyes down. She shifted uncomfortably on the stairs again and couldn’t think of anything to say. "Goodbye’ would just sound stupid somehow. She stepped up the last few stairs to the trapdoor and thumped on it hard several times, and then waited for someone to come and open it. Hermione watched Malfoy in her peripheral vision as she waited. He sat on the dirt, shivering and dirty, and the sight triggered her well-developed sense of fairness again. Her anger flared up bright and her lumos flickered unevenly in sync with her emotions.