Hermione can't argue with his reasoning - although a small part of her wants to rage, she knows the right target is not Malfoy. She shifts painfully to face him fully, scuffing over the ground so that she is kneeling just in front of the bars, her knees butted up against them. Her arms are still crossed over her chest protectively, and she feels horribly self-conscious and strangely embarrassed as his eyes drag down from her face to fix on her chest for a moment, his expression twisted up.