"Yeah." she replied absently but didn't move, one hand wrapped around the doorframe into the dining room, still staring with wet brown eyes at Malfoy as he shrugged his coat reluctantly off his shoulders and began laying it over his handless arm. It looked so strange, so jarring, his sleeve rolled up so that the scarred stump poked out. It was angry red, and maybe swollen a little, and Hermione wondered how long ago it had happened. Whether he maybe needed a Healer's attentions. Wondered briefly how it had happened – magic or ordinary means.