Instead she makes her sleep-dulled body move, rounding Malfoy to take in the damage to his back – one hand gripping his upper arm to keep him from turning with her, which he tries to do. He is not just half-dead on his feet, but most definitely very drunk. Hermione's eyes pop wide as she takes in the devastation to his back, and she makes a strangled, sick sound. The pale skin of Malfoy's back is now a crisscross mangled quilt of raw, bleeding flesh – laid open to the yellow fat beneath the skin in some places, and she gulps down bile. It must be agonisingly painful – she is amazed that he made it all the way up to their room without passing out.