It makes her feel even guiltier to think it, but she can't help thinking to herself that Voldemort's plan backfired terribly; instead of making Malfoy hate her, hurting him has only served to make her feel in control again. Stronger. Less cringing and shattered, and more capable. Because he needs her to be. He needs her to be there for him, to care for him, because he can't care for himself right now. It's not easy to overcome the urge to hide in the corner and block out the frightening, overwhelming situation. But she tries. And fails and succeeds in the same day – sometimes in the same hour.