"Are you trying to make me feel better, or worse?" he bit out furiously, and Hermione made a quiet, bitter chuckle and smiled at him – actually fucking smiled, even if it was a faint, sad sort of smile, and Merlin, Draco wanted to hurt her. He lunged forward and grabbed her wrist, ripping her hand away from his maimed arm, holding it hard – too hard – as he leaned toward her, their noses nearly touching.