Minutes pass and Hermione starts to shiver, the blanket doing very little for warmth. She looks down at Malfoy's huddled body on the floor and guilt makes her mouth sour. Immediately, she chastises herself for even caring, but then that too falters, when she realizes she doesn't actually want him to suffer even though he is downright prat and a sore neck might just bring him rightfully down a few notches. 