Blaise often watched Hermione while she slept. She hated him for what he’d done. What the others were likely doing to her friends. But he couldn’t stop himself from coming to see her. Even if he couldn’t talk to her.
When he’d come to see her while she was awake, she would turn away when she saw him. Every word he spoke met with silence. So it was better to simply watch her sleep.
He supposed he deserved it. It wasn’t as though he could save her, no matter how much he wanted to.
And oh, how he wanted to.