She turns her head slowly, painfully, shifting her bum on the mossy damp of the stones, and staring at Malfoy in the weird half-light. He is on his knees on the stones, his hands wrapped loosely around the bars, and his eyes round and scared, locked to hers. She wonders if this is all a trick, to try to get her to divulge useful information while she believes Malfoy is on her side, and decides it doesn't matter. Whether she believes Malfoy is truly a sympathiser or not – and at this point she very much wants to, because if not then she thinks she might want to die now before... She shudders and refocuses – regardless of what she thinks about whether Malfoy is genuine or not, she still won't tell him anything that could be used against the Order.