The folder that Hermione had taken from Theo's study was sitting on a small side table to her right. He couldn't see her face, couldn't see what her hands were doing. He was about to clear his throat, about to break the moment when Hermione's knees came up and her head went down, forehead pressing into her knees. He saw her shoulders shake before Draco unclenched his right hand and reached, hesitating once, twice, before resting his palm on the back of her head. A knot rose in Blaise's throat as he watched for what felt like an eternity as Hermione's shaking subsided, and then stopped. As though she were soothed. By him.