No one said anything, they just stared at each other dumbfounded. That level of awkwardness. No one was sure if they should say anything and if so, what they should say at all. Hermione suspected that there was no point in explaining anything at this moment. It was enough to look at them. Both of them were dishevelled; Malfoy's button-down shirt was unbuttoned, and she was wrapped in a soiled cloak. The silent clues were unfortunately too much...