"He had his hand cut off, Harry! I think that’s enough of his own medicine, don’t you?" The words burst out without thought or consideration. "Not to mention that while he might not be perfect, he let me go. He – he let me go. And for that he got tortured and you-know-who pulled his fingers off and fed them to his snake. I think he’s paid the price for whatever horrible things he’s done. Paid the price and then some," she finished awkwardly and with quiet sadness, the sudden anger Harry had provoked slipping away as she realised how loudly she had yelled at him, how furious she had gotten on Malfoy’s behalf. Now she just felt stupid and somehow exposed as Harry stared at her, green eyes boggling behind his round glasses.