It is her turn to stare at him in shock as he keeps pushing against her, and she tries to ignore the feeling. He had done that for her? Lied about who she was, and taken it upon himself to hide her? That was far riskier than what she had thought he'd done. She doesn't know what to say, exactly, stumbling over her words, awkward and uncertain, settling her hands up on his shoulders to help find her balance as he keep making those little nudging grinds into her pelvis. Her mind flicks to that for a moment – is this what dry humping feels like? If so, Hermione doesn't know why anyone would ever want to do it, because all it does is make her feel humiliated and awkward. It must be different, with someone you care about. His shoulders feel warm and lean under her fingers, and she finds herself holding on more tightly than she needs to. "Thank you, Malfoy. I – I'd probably be dead if you hadn't..."