"Careful," she says, hand sliding off his tensed shoulder, a touch that is nearly a caress. She frowns at the scabbing wounds that lace down Malfoy's back, sinking gratefully into the cool sense of distance and disassociation that playing Healer grants her. Hermione sees no angry hints of red, inflamed skin, no discoloured pus, or swelling. She dances her fingers down Malfoy's sides as she examines him, leaving a trail of goosebumps in the wake of her touch. He shivers and seems to press needily back into the brush of her fingertips, seeking a firmer and less-ticklish touch, perhaps. She pulls her hands back from him, fingertips tingling pleasantly.