"I’ve never – we’ve never... I’ve never thought about it before," she said stupidly, feeling like an idiot. Like an idiot child. Draco had seen the scars before, but at the times he had, Hermione hadn’t really thought of them. She had been too busy having her brain shattered into pieces by his touch. But now, now, having just stood in the middle of her bedroom slowly unbuttoning her shirt with him watching her like a predatory half-starved lion...she was acutely aware of them. Why now? Why did her stupid brain have to click to the fact that Draco could see Hermione’s shame and fear now?