"Granger." His voice is a rasp. "Granger? Are you – you okay?" Hermione just stares at him. How can he ask her that? Firstly, it's he who was just hurt by her, and secondly no, of course she's not fucking okay. She shakes her head, and he stumbles for a chair and all but falls into it, hands trembling from the Cruciatus. "I'm sorry," he tells her, heavy with emotion. "I'm so fucking sorry and it'll never be enough or mean anything or change anything, but I am. I wish...but – it was – it was the only way."