"And I’ll make sure you get some things," she said firmly, and Malfoy glanced up at her, a question on his face. "A bed, table – that sort of thing." Hermione deliberately didn’t mention a toilet or look at the bucket that hid away down the other end of the cellar. "It’s not right, you not – we shouldn’t – you don’t deserve..." Damnit. Hermione swore silently as she scrabbled for words and came up with nothing that sounded right.