Draco silently walked up to her with a worried look on his face. Hermione closed her eyes when she felt his hands pulling her close. After days of constant stress, anger, and fear being held in his hands felt like a safe bay. So, she cried. She cried for a long time, babbling about nonsense and the things that mattered. Draco just stood there, caressing her, and nodding his head. He didn’t say a word, but Hermione knew that he was listening even in the parts where she was practically talking gibberish.