"We haven't tested it in detail." Hermione cast around for something to give the woman that would satisfy her without revealing too much.  She didn't want to talk about how she'd spent days in bed, too filled with aches she couldn't alleviate to even read.  She didn't want to talk about how she'd cried when she realized Malfoy was the answer, sure he'd condemn her to death.  She certainly didn't want to talk about how he almost seemed to glow when she looked at him or how she had trouble not crawling into his lap.  That was all too intimate to share with Pansy Parkinson's greedy eyes.    "I can't bear anyone else's touch.  You might find that interesting given your sudden fascination with the whole subject."  