"No, of course you would not. Pardon; sometimes I become carried away, and forget..." Madeleine reached out to touch the slur inscribed into Hermione's arm, and she automatically jerked back. She didn't like anyone touching them – didn't let anyone, not even Draco, although she no longer tried to hide them away around Draco and her friends. She just preferred to try to pretend they didn't exist, and more and more these days she was succeeding. But when she was reminded of the scars, everything rushed back – clear and stark and grindingly hurtful.