"You can't keep doing this, Granger."
Hermione looked up from her spot at the makeshift table but said nothing. He watched her work for a few moments before walking towards her, looking over her shoulder as she flipped through notes she had written along with multiple maps.
"Hermione.." he whispered. He knew she was frustrated and being aggressive would only make her resent his helpful approaches more.
He watched as she tensed when he spoke her name, her actual name, but continued to ignore him.
He softly pulled her hands away from the table and turned her around. He could see the stains on her face that showed she had been crying again.
"Malfoy! Please just.. let me do this. I have to find them. They're my friends, and they're gone because of me! Why are you even here? You hate them!"
As much as he hated both Potter and Weasley, he didn't hate Hermione. Not that she would ever know his feelings. It would ruin everything, it wouldn't even make sense. Half the time it made no sense to him.
He was Malfoy and she was Granger. That's all.
"You're right. I don't exactly like them, but I don't want them to die. I don't want anyone else to die!" His voice was colder than before. She was so complicated.
"We'll find them," his voice softer now. "But not if you spend all your time looking through the same things. You have to rest. We have to focus and be prepared."