Malfoy makes a small, harsh noise in his throat and drops his gaze to the floor, shame and self-loathing radiating off him like heat from flames. He swallows, throat bobbing, and then strips off his bloodied shirt, skin pale and stained faintly in smears and streaks with blood. Hermione makes herself stand still and doesn't cry out or cringe away as he very gently swings the shirt to settle around her shoulders. He tugs and pulls with painfully gentle, tender motions, fussing absurdly but getting her covered up – the hem of the shirt settles at mid-thigh. A sob rattles out of her at the gentleness of his hands, and she is ashamed that something so small could mean so much to her right now. Her shoulders heave and there is a cracking pain in her chest as the avalanche of sobs trapped inside her threatens to burst out. She chokes on one and whimpers, and her chest heaves and judders frantically as she tries to keep control.