Hermione's hovering fingers curled gently around his stump, her eyes boring into him, her voice a soft whisper that he couldn't shut out even though he wanted to. Merlin, he didn't want to hear this. He didn't want to have to listen to this. Her words were needles that pierced him through, precise and sharp and painful, because they were the truth. Draco clenched his jaw, desperately trying to hold back tears he really, really didn't want to shed as Hermione continued. "Just when you thought your father couldn't hurt you worse than he already had...he did. He hurt you again, by harming someone that you care about. But it's not empathy for Pansy that you're feeling, mostly – it's for yourself. You're hurting not for Pansy, but for what your father hurting Pansy makes you feel."