Malfoy crumples on his face in the congealing blood that coats the floor as his limbs jerk and fail him, and his mouth is stretched wide in a silent scream, his eyes are screwed shut and helpless little 'ngh ngh ngh" sounds pant from his throat. Hermione kneels there beside him as still as a china doll and she want to do something – to shelter him from the pain, to stop Voldemort, to make it stop. But if she says anything in Malfoy's defence it will only make his case worse; Voldemort has used Legilimency on Malfoy, who must know Occlumency to have hidden the truth from his master. Hermione does not know it well, and if she draws attention to herself she could give them both away completely.