"I know," she croaks quietly, the words hurting her throat, and then shudders out a sigh, shoulders slumping as she lets herself fall back against him for a moment. "I know. I – I just got confused." He was the arrogant, cowardly boy at school who treated her like dirt. The one who tried to have Buckbeak killed and Hagrid fired. The one who tried to kill Dumbledore, who let Death Eaters into the school. The one who stood by and did nothing as Hermione was tortured in his parents" house, so long ago. She has no proof save Malfoy's word that he is here to help her instead of hurt her, and while she wants to believe him, it's very hard. He lets her go carefully and she sways on her feet, unsteady, and turns to face him. His face is no longer cold and hard, no longer as emotionless as blank slate; he looks human again, now. He looks scared and sorry and sick, and full of uncertainty.