"Come on, then," Hermione said once more as she held the trapdoor open for Draco, who still stood on the cellar steps, frozen just within the shadows. The coldness still lingered about him, and Hermione understood why now. He had gained his freedom, but it was a paltry one; he had gained the freedom to be around people who despised him. He was worried and scared, and couldn’t ever admit it.