"I just want to – to see," she whispers, and turns like Lot's wife, to face the place that had been her prison for over a quarter of a year. Malfoy seems to understand because he doesn't try to drag her onward, just puts his hands on her shoulders and walks her back a way, into the reaching shadows of the trees. And then he stays there behind her, his gloved hands warm on her shoulders, his body a wall that she sways back into, eliciting a small, surprised sound from him. But he doesn't move away, his hands tightening on her shoulders instead, as if to keep her there.