He stared back, no trace of shame or regret in his eyes, just a dull, sad recognition. There was a scar running from his cheek down to his neck, still fresh. His eyes were lowered but it wasn't her breasts he was looking at—she caught his emotionless stare at the scars of Draco's bite, still imprinted into her skin. Then he looked up. There was a faint trace of shame in his look. His mouth withered into a grim, humorless shape that was meant to be a smile.