"Do you feel guilty? For – for what you've done to...me?" she asks him pointedly if haltingly, flushing hot because bringing that up is hard, and awful. She tries to just not think about it usually, because all it does is make her feel sick and horrible and dirty, and it doesn't achieve anything. Malfoy goes ashen white, and his eyes flutter briefly shut as he tries to compose himself. He looks as though she's struck him, and she feels no sympathy. This is reality, and he needs to learn to accept it.