"No. I imagine not." It was hard to speak; Draco’s chest felt suddenly tight and his whole body tense, and there was a lump in his throat, and...he didn’t want to be talking about this. "And it’s not fair, but..." He shrugged helplessly. "It’s life. Nothing’s fair, Hermione. It’s what you make of it. I should know." He couldn’t help adding the last part, his eyes flicking to the stump at the end of his arm.