He shuddered violently against her, his right hand sliding up to rest lightly against the back of her head. He didn't speak, perhaps couldn't, but he nodded his head. The only confirmation he was capable of. And now it was Hermione who shook, it was Hermione who sobbed and raged at their circumstances, at the unfairness of it all. Her boyfriend, the person she really, truly thought she would one day marry and have little curly blonde-headed babies with, her sweet, funny, wickedly smart lover was a Death Eater. And she had no idea what to do.