"You'll die if you don't eat," he says again, in a voice that is too-calm and too-soft, and vibrates with tension under the surface, hands fidgeting awkwardly at his sides – he is too aware of them now, Hermione thinks absently. She sighs and rests her temple against one knee, trying to ignore Malfoy; she feels dizzy and gone, as though she is floating away from everything. Partly the hunger and partly just how she feels now. "And then – then – what happened...what I did to you will have been for – been for fucking nothing. For nothing." He loses his calm then, voice breaking rough, and his fingers spidering wide at his sides as he tries to stop himself making fists. "Granger, please."