"Granger. Wha-what's wrong?" is the first thing Malfoy says, his attention snapping fully onto her, alert and overflowing with concern. Hermione blinks at him, experiencing a sudden surreal moment of disbelief; this is Malfoy, sitting here in front her, full of worry for her. This is Malfoy whose hand she takes, who she tugs back to the bed. And for a blurring moment of something rather like mental double vision, it is the strangest feeling to feel so comfortable with Malfoy. He touches his fingers to her cheek, the gesture stopping her at the edge of the bed, and asking her again if she is all right. Asking her what she needs.