"What happened, Malfoy?" Her tone was hard, brooking no argument. She needed to know. Malfoy looked down at his right arm hidden within the folds of his coat, his self-disgust clear on his face and Hermione couldn't help wondering how she would feel if she'd just lost a limb. Would she despise the loss? Think it looked ugly? Feel mutilated and look at it in self-disgust? Maybe the former two, but she didn't think she'd feel the latter. Why did he?