He remembered her shocked silence, the astonished blinks as it slowly sank in just how deeply he’d fucked up, but still somewhat hopeful that maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t misread her. That maybe she was as alone and afraid as he was. He remembered how she’d wiped her face, calm settling over her, getting up and gathering her things. Before walking towards the Floo she’d leaned down, put the softest of kisses on his cheek, looked him in the eye, and said " Grow up, Malfoy." 