Chapter Ten
Malfoy ran up the hill and sat down beside her. She didn't even acknowledge his presence. What if she just wanted to be left alone? What if she didn't want anyone trying to "make it all better?" What if she was angry he had come? He looked over at her. She was staring straight ahead, barely even blinking. Surprisingly, her face wasn't streaked with tears. Malfoy didn't say anything; he just sat there with her looking straight ahead too. He noticed how beautiful it was on the hill. You could see stars for miles and miles. No wonder she liked coming here, he thought. There was a sudden breeze and Malfoy wrapped his coat around him, however he saw Hermione shiver and took it off and gently placed it over her shoulders. She looked up at him. She hadn't been crying – her cheeks were dry – however, when Malfoy looked into her brown eyes he saw nothing but pain and instantly felt his heart break.
"I used to come up here and think when I lost my dad. I would look out at those stars and know he was looking out for me and making sure I was alright…" Malfoy didn't say anything; he didn't know what to say. Instead, he sat there and initiatively listened to her, "…do you believe in guardian angels?" Hermione asked. Now Malfoy really was at a loss for words. He had honestly never thought about it before. Sure, he had heard of guardian angels when he was younger but he hadn't thought about them. Hermione looked up at him, expectantly awaiting his answer.
"Yes," he finally said. Sure, Malfoy thought to himself, why not? He liked the thought of someone looking out for him and accepted it.
"I do too," Hermione said, placing her head on his shoulder. Malfoy lifted her arm and cradled the side of her head in it. He kissed on top of the head.
After a few moments of sitting on the hill with Hermione's head on his shoulder, Malfoy lead her back down the hill to where Ron and Harry were. Together, they walked in silence back to the school. No one said anything – no one knew what to say.