"Why should I?" the man says, standing, tall enough that he is a good two inches taller than Malfoy, and twice the breadth. Hermione blinks muzzily up at them – they all look like giants to her from down here. She stifles the absurd urge to giggle. She thinks maybe she's in shock; her body is overflowing with pain but she feels oddly distant, now. Dazed. Floating away from it all.