"She tried to justify..." Draco’s mouth worked fruitlessly and he trailed off into silence, eyes watering and flicking down to his maimed arm. Empathy made tears prickle behind Hermione’s own eyes. The bitch. The horrible, heartless bitch. How on earth could you say that to your own child? What the fuck was wrong with her? Anger boiled up but Hermione shoved it back down ruthlessly. She could be angry later; right now Draco needed her sympathy, not her fury.