"But I..." He trailed off and his thumb drew down the side of her face, dragged along her jaw and traced the curve of her lips. He stared at her with something unnervingly close to awe in his eyes. Awe and fear. "Merlin, I don’t know, Granger. I’m not good at feelings. Showing them. We didn’t do that in my family." It was a raw admission that scraped at Hermione. She couldn’t imagine growing up with the cold, cruel Lucius as a father, and Narcissa who loved Draco but no doubt was restricted in how much affection she could openly show him, lest she risk Lucius’s wrath. God. She felt so sorry for him. But despite his assertion that his family didn’t do feelings, Draco’s usual self-control was worn thin and Hermione could see the emotions in him; he was practically radiating them. She wanted to make him feel better. Show him she cared. That it was okay to show his feelings. She had no idea how to do any of those things.