She had sensed distress in his demeanor but felt he wouldn't be so forthcoming with Draco around—they would have to speak privately later. They had walked around the library and he had been quieter than normal which worried her, again wondering what had transpired while she had been unconscious. He didn't seem inclined to speak and neither did she so they roamed around in reassuring silence. Hermione made sure to squeeze his little hand gently, and he looked up at her, his pale eyes solemn.