"What?" His question comes from nowhere, and Hermione doesn't understand why he asks it. She slides back down the bed, off her frightened huddle on the pillow against the wall. The sheets are cool and crisp on her bare legs. "Why?" She doesn't like it that the thought of Malfoy leaving her alone scares her; she shouldn't want to cling to him for comfort. But the fact is, she is no longer protected by merely belonging to Malfoy, and while she is quite safe locked and warded in here without him, she is even safer with him. And she doesn't know why he would think he should leave.