"I'm so sorry, Malfoy. And I don't – I don't say that because I want you to forgive me because you shouldn't." She sniffs and wipes at her nose, eyes full of tears, on the brink of crumbling to bits as her voice wobbles upwards and catches. "...I – I just can't believe I did that to you." Malfoy says nothing – his eyes are screwed tight shut and his face is twisted with pain, and Hermione stops flagellating herself over what can't be changed, and focuses on him. He needs her help, not her guilt. God she is a useless mess. "I'll just go get the medical supplies," she whispers hoarsely, sounding wet and nasal with her tears, and hurries for the bathroom.