"Granger, don’t you understand?" She froze, shoulders stiff, facing the trapdoor and not Malfoy. She did understand, and that was partly why she was crying, partly why she wanted to just flee. It had been insensitive to ask him what she had. Bloody thick. She had been just as much an arsehole as Malfoy had, and that was a horrible truth to accept, but she did. Hermione blinked hard and nodded without looking around.