She had no idea why exactly she blurted out those words, and to Malfoy of all people, but instead of scorn, she found only understanding in his face. He didn’t cast any careless words to her either; instead he just reached forward to catch her hand. His fingers were warm compared to hers, and they entwined, fitting each other perfectly. The feeling of comfort from the simple touch brought tears to Hermione’s eyes. She wiped them off with a quick brush of her free hand.