"Who...who did it? Your hand, I mean. What happened?" The set of Malfoy’s features shifted; his hot outrage turned icy but no less incensed for that, eyes hard as frosted steel. Hermione was suddenly, shockingly reminded that Malfoy had the Dark Mark branded on his arm beneath his sleeve. That he had been a Death Eater. That he had, maybe not killed people, but hurt them. Tortured them. Stood by and watched people die without saying a word in their defence, because they were just mudbloods and Muggles; worthless nothings, no better than animals.