"Sorry," he murmured and took a quick step back, and Hermione’s hand groped out blindly behind her, finding his maimed forearm and squeezing it reassuringly through the bracer. Draco wondered how it was that such a small, simple gesture meant so much when it came from Hermione. Was it because she imbued everything she did with such purpose and feeling that he couldn’t help but feel what she emoted, or was it just that he genuinely cared that much about her? Draco thought it might be both, and an unthinking smile curved his lips in the dim glow of their lumos charms.