"It’s not your fault Ron - it'll be ok, go with Harry to Madam Pomfrey." She didn't look at him but laced her words with kindness. Focusing on Draco she knelt beside him, opposite Snape and watched his wand as it traced the deepest wound across the centre of Draco’s chest. Blood stopped squirting from it but the incision remained. He repeated the incantation three more times before she attempted it herself, keeping in time with the Professor. She chose the next biggest slice, across his lower abdomen where just last night she had marvelled at his flawless skin. This dark magic would scar, possibly forever. 