"But it hurt so much. So...so much. I don't – don't remember all of it. I think I passed out for a while when he snapped the bones," Draco said faintly, and Hermione couldn't help it; she choked and wrenched in a gurgling breath, stomach roiling. He gave her an unreadable glance, and squeezed her fingers a little tighter as tears rolled down her cheeks and sploshed on Draco's chest and shoulder. He was comforting her with that small, tight grip on her fingers. Comforting her while he related his torture, and it made Hermione's heart ache, a physical pain drumming and squeezing behind her ribs. He shouldn't have to comfort her.