"I'm fine." It is the barest whisper and it is a lie, because she is not fine, she is not. But not because of what he just did – although, yeah, that fits in there somewhere. Her heart is going rabbit quick and her breath comes in shaky sobs – there is snot at her nose, and her cheeks are sticky-wet, and thin drifts of her hair are scattered around her, ripped out of her scalp by him. Malfoy. She had never – had never heard that he was an informant, or sympathetic to their side, but then they kept the names of such people to as few Order members as possible. Less chance of the information getting tortured out of people – you couldn't tell what you didn't know.