"I’m sorry, Draco." She put every ounce of effort she had into trying to communicate her sincerity with the simple apology, and Draco’s lips twisted but he nodded once, accepting it. He stood and she backed off as he turned half away from her and began another attempt at buttoning his shirt. Hermione discreetly craned her neck to try to see how Draco was trying to do it, and she saw how his truncated right arm pinned one side of his shirt against his body, left hand trying to fumble the buttons into the holes.