Hermione felt the pull on her magic slow, then cease as his wounds finished healing, but she continued studying him. His features weren't really all  that pointy, she thought as the flush slowly faded from them. He was generous to his elves, cared deeply for his mother, and had just faced down an entire pack of werewolves to save her life. And he was clearly lonely, shut up in this giant tomb of a house. She had only been there a few weeks and was already feeling the strain of confinement; she could only imagine how hard the years of it had been for him. 