"I'll take your shoes off," she tells him instead of making the quip about how it was nice and warm because he'd stolen her spot, which had risen automatically to her tongue. She stays herself from saying it because he is Malfoy not Harry or Ron, and it makes her stupidly, suddenly, uncomfortable right through. He gives a grunt of affirmation, and she fumbles with his shoes and keeps being distracted by his back. It is still bleeding here and there, sluggish seeping that makes her stomach turn, and her fingers slip and stumble on his shoelaces as her eyes keep flicking back to the destruction wreaked on his once-smooth skin. His breath comes in shallow, hitching gasps, and his lips are pressed hard together, and that distracts her too as she struggles to yank his shoes off.