"So kitten has remembered she has claws?" Malfoy gets out with a choked half-laugh. "And all it took was me getting – fuck – shredded to bloody bits. Shit. Well worth it. A bargain, really." Sarcasm tints his last few words, and the half of his mouth that she can see makes a rictus of a smile. Hermione just tsks and shakes her head at him, out of patience and half-worried he is going to say something that will hurt, that will ruin everything, that will remind her, that will send her into a tailspin of flashbacks and horror that ends with her huddled in the armchair and him without any help.