"Malfoy?" she says as he begins to walk away, and he pauses and looks back at her. The nothingness on his face scares her. "Thank you," she tells him in a tiny whisper, and the barest hint of a frown crosses his face. He says nothing – perhaps he cannot say anything, as wholly in character as he is, and Hermione merely sinks back down from her knees to her bum, clinging to the bars and watching as he strides away.