"Do you want it or not?" she snapped and felt bad as soon as the words left her mouth. Way to kick him when he’s down, she chided herself sharply, and took a few hesitant steps closer to him. She was only a couple of metres away now, and she could see clearly what a bad way he was in. Not physically, so much. But his slumped, defeated posture and the beaten way he huddled in on himself told Hermione all she needed to know. She had probably looked like that herself, in the days after the...incident at Malfoy’s home.