"Are you all right, Granger?" he asks, half-worried, half-painfully amused, and then hisses in self-censure as he realises the obvious a second too late. "Sorry, I just mean...you look...you're staring," he finishes weakly, rubbing at his mouth again as though it bothers him – and it no doubt does, Hermione thinks, as swollen and tenderised as it is.