Hermione couldn't help but be startled as a voice came out of the quiet. She quickly turned and looked up, shifting a little on the steps so she wasn't in his way. It was strange, looking up at him, seeing so much of his father in him. It was obvious he was a Malfoy, but he seemed far more gentle than Draco did at that age.
"No, I'm just...sitting here. Don't let me get in your way."
She smiled a little at him, wishing she could go out. But that nagging fear in the back of her head wouldn't let her, told her how ridiculous she was being for even contemplating going out.