"It's worse for Pansy," Draco said bluntly; more a self-accusation for his falling apart in the cellar and being unable to be there for Pansy than anything directed at Hermione, but of course she didn't know that and she flinched, fingers pressing hard into his skin and sending little shocks of feeling and pain up his arm. He carefully didn't react and show his pain; she had never touched him like that before – so close to his injury – and he didn't want her to stop. It felt...good, even with the pain.