He had just told her the abominable truth, and Hermione didn’t know what she was expecting but she knew it wasn’t that. She had little idea what made her move closer to him – after all, she should’ve been disgusted, should’ve been appalled, should’ve felt nothing but hatred for the man in front of her. Instead, she pushed herself to his side until their sides touched and put her hand on his shoulder. Hermione wanted him to look at her, but he stared straight ahead insistently. She grazed his cheek gently. "I’m very sorry you had to do it. You had no choice and it’s not your fault."