"We all know you aren’t most people, Malfoy." She wasn’t sure if she meant it as a compliment or not. "The point is, you saved my life. So, thanks," she finished awkwardly, dropping her eyes to her lap. He obviously had no idea what to say in the face of her thanks, so he said nothing. Instead he began eating slowly, his gaze sliding to rest on her every now and then, as if to check she was still there, mingled suspicion and gratitude in his look. It was cruel to keep him locked up like this, alone, with nothing to do all day but sit and dwell on everything that had happened to him. She reminded herself harshly; and everything that he has done, don’t forget that too. He’s no innocent.