"After that moment at the Quidditch World Cup... Something just didn’t sit right. I don’t think he was actually threatening me. It felt more like a warning than a threat. I saw actual fear in his eyes as he was trying to scare us off. It almost looked like he wished he could flee with us. Anyway, I watched all of sixth year when... well you know... and I knew something was off. I tried to tell Harry several times that Malfoy was not well. He was just so caught up in hysteria that year that it was hard to get him to see any humanity that might have been sitting right there in front of him begging him to give Malfoy a chance. When he... when Harry hurt him, I knew instantly. It was like a second sense. I went to the hospital wing that afternoon and saw what he had done and was horrified. I had felt this pang in my chest like I had been struck, but I couldn’t have imagined it would be that bad. I felt that same pang in my chest so many times while we were on the run... over and over... and each time I knew he was hurt. I just knew it. It was instinctual."