"And, and can you tell her that I say to please not fight this? Tell her I’m...imploring her to – to behave. And tell her I’m sorry. That..." Malfoy paused and his pale cheeks flushed with embarrassment but he ploughed on. "...That I love her, and I only want to keep her safe. And I’ll see her soon." Finished, he glared at Hermione as though he expected her to laugh at him, to mock him for his admission of love. She didn’t. Her mind was still whirling around her shattered preconceptions, even as she tried to memorise what he had said.