"It helps to focus on something else," she tells him sharp and embarrassed as she straightens her clothing and smoothes her hair, avoiding Malfoy's eyes. "I just...need a moment, all right? Just give me a goddamn moment." The last comes out in a snarl. He snaps his mouth shut on whatever protests he had been going to make, and reaches across to his desk, silently scooping up his wand and handing it to her without a word. No nagging or sympathy, just doing as she needs. It's strange, Hermione thinks still dizzy from her panic attack, how they are starting to fall into an awkward kind of harmony; of knowing just how far to push, and when to be there silently supportive, and when to retreat, and when to give and take, and...Merlin, it seems so unlikely but they actually get along well, considering the situation.