"We made it," she half-yells over the alarm, voice shaking and distorted with the sobs that spill out next, dry and weird, choking her. Hermione is simultaneously more happy and relieved than she's ever been in her life, and also filled with a boundless maelstrom of tears. She doesn't understand it. She reaches for Malfoy and he pulls her close without hesitation, wraps her up and buries his face against her neck, his chest moving raggedly with his breaths, his own cheeks wet.