God, it wasn't right, no matter how much Hermione despised him. And Hermione couldn't help feeling like it was her fault, somehow – not just the fingers but the hand. Maybe if Malfoy hadn't helped Hermione, you-know-who would never have started punishing Malfoy by taking his...his...body parts. God, it was like a horror film. She gulped down tears and snot as her stomach revolted again and tried to breathe deeply. Ron was standing nervously by her door, watching Hermione cry with wide, worried eyes.