"No, Penny." She scolded. Then, the tension in her delicate shoulders wilted and she leaned into Hermione's touch, spent from the confession. Hermione held onto her tightly and brushed her ebony hair, soothing her and comforting her. "I am sorry, though," Astoria went on quietly. "If I had said something, then he probably wouldn't have – He wouldn't have figured out that his violence and torment of Draco needed escalating. I'm sorry that my silence resulted in an attempt on your life."