She was willing to face his mother with him. She was willing to be there and possibly be called a Mudblood – or be ignored at least, if not outright insulted. He could see on her face that going to visit Narcissa Malfoy was the last thing Hermione wanted to do, but she was doing it anyway without him even having to ask. He nodded mutely not trusting his voice at that moment, and she smiled at him, walking over to the edge of the bed and kissing him lightly on the mouth.