Ron/Hermione
The waning smile on her lips was a perfect match for how he sounded and Hermione had to blinks rapidly to keep from crying herself. It just wouldn't do. Not here, not now, and what if someone her...well, a slave crying would hardly be something new. But she didn't dare. Another emotion she had to suppress in a sea of chaos.
"Close enough," she said as she rearranged a set of plates. "Sometimes the Malfoys will let me out, to run errands, but otherwise their house is warded and there are guards on my details." She didn't dare look at him now, she didn't trust herself. "Are you eating enough? Are you being careful?" She worried about him all the more to see him now. Knowing he was on the run.