"And – and then what? Then what, Malfoy? Then everything will be magically better?" she asks in a thick, strained voice full of a wretched bitterness, and hugs her free arm around herself tightly below her bruised breasts; still feeling as though she might shatter apart at any moment, still incapable of wrapping her head around even the thought of processing what had just happened. She sways on her feet and another sob shakes out of her. She wants to curl into a tiny ball and cry until she is wrung out and empty; nothing left. Malfoy hisses through his teeth and then shakes his head, hollow-eyed and ashen beneath the blood smears.