He pulled his hand away and put his glass down on the table and turned to look away. A few tears had slipped past his defences and he scrambled to banish them before more came to their aid. Hermione found herself crying too, crying for him and everything that had been taken away from him. She thought before that he didn’t deserve what happened and they just took more. If it wasn’t his father taking away his childhood it was the Ministry taking away his future, she felt outrage on his behalf and love burst through for him that amplified how she already felt. She sat forward and tried to pull him towards her, she wanted him to know he wasn’t alone but he didn’t move. She sat up instead and knelt right next to him she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her face on the back of his head and she cried for a few minutes with him, he needed to let his guard down and she wanted him to know she was as safe to him as he was to her. He turned after a while and she saw his tear stained cheeks as she pulled back and looked at him. 