"Don't worry, Granger. It wasn't because of you," he muttered sullenly, still staring down at his arm, the stump tucked away out of sight. Relief flooded Hermione at that, and she felt like a terrible person for feeling it. She felt sick as she thought about how she'd been wishing something bad would happen to Malfoy. That he would suffer. And now it had and he was, and she just felt sorry for him.