Malfoy's jaw brushes against Hermione's cheekbone after a brief second of stillness, his hand frozen at the crotch of her jeans; no longer holding her firmly, but instead hovering so that his touch barely brushes the seam of her jeans. She whimpers at the press of his jaw warm to her cold, filthy skin, still half-hyperventilating, and he makes little shushing sounds then, trying to comfort her. After a moment his hand moves up from her crotch to flatten against her abdomen, as he draws her away from the wall a little, to lean back into him instead of into the cold stones. He drops her wrists, and wraps his arm around her just beneath her breasts instead, holding her up. His hand rests splayed there on her tummy, warm and motionless, and he whispers in her ear, gently and soothing.