Hermione had never found the injury disgusting, although the story behind it, how it had happened, horrified her. The fact that he had been maimed horrified her. But the stump itself, aesthetically, was just...Draco, just part of him. She felt neutral about it when she looked at it divorced from the context of how it had happened, and how it affected him. To be honest, Hermione still felt nervous about touching it, because she didn't want to hurt him and because to be honest, it was disconcerting. But it wasn't ugly. It wasn't disgusting. He thought so though, and he could see that now reflected in his mother's face. Hermione clenched her jaw and stiffened her shoulders, simmered silently inside.