But Hermione's perfectly all right with not taking their intimacy any further, so she doesn't complain. What they have is quite enough. She sweeps the pads of her lotion-slick thumbs firmly along Malfoy's shoulders, and then glides her palms very gently down over his shoulder blades. The topical potion slicks her way in gliding over the uneven, ridged scars, and Malfoy sighs at her touch. She keeps it light enough not to hurt his still scabbed-over wounds, and her touch is meant more for comfort than for healing if she is honest. But then comfort can be healing, she argues to herself with a tiny smile, as he sighs again and leans back into her touch a little more.