Hermione felt her heart gallop like it was trying to burst right out of her chest, and it started getting hard to breathe again. Her fists clenched at her sides. How dare he apologise to her. "I’m sure feeling sorry helps salve your conscience, Malfoy, but it doesn’t change what happened to me. It doesn’t fix that. So I’d rather you kept your sorries to yourself." She fell silent when Harry’s fingertips brushed her upper arm, a reminder to stay calm. Hermione smiled shakily over her shoulder at Harry and then just stared at Malfoy for a moment, trying to figure out how best to tell him he could stay in their custody.