Malfoy was still hunched over, an expensive wool coat thrown around his skinny, broad shoulders, his arms hidden – wrapped around his middle, it seemed. The grey silk shirt he wore was stained with blood and grime, just like the coat and trousers, and even his hair. His face was even thinner than it had been last time she’d seen him, his eyes deeply shadowed and his gaunt cheeks making sharp, unflattering angles in his already pointed face. He looked like a wreck, and Hermione took a deep breath and let it out slowly, enjoying the sight.