"Malfoy?" she asks small and hopeful, and the voice chokes and stumbles. Hermione lifts her head, her cheeks sticky with tears, and Ron looks back at her, a complicated expression on his face, his blue eyes watery. His hands are on Hermione's shoulders. A surge of instinctive, terrified revulsion tears through her and she recoils, skittering back across rough wooden floorboards.