Hermione followed Malfoy to his room and stayed in the doorway while he retrieved the vials of sober up. She twisted her fingers in each other and began to pick at her nails. Two feet came into her line of sight that was watching her fingers, and she glanced up to find Malfoy less than an arm’s length in front of her. All sharp lines and smooth skin and those grey eyes... but his face was softer than she remembered seeing it in the last few years, almost as if a burden had been lifted from him.