She curled her mouth into a disdainful sneer even as the realization it could have been so much worse hit her.  Potter had looked at her when she'd fallen back from him with worry, not disgust, and had offered her a hand to make it easier to get up.  She'd known better than to take it.  She'd seen Granger in the pathetic high she'd fallen into after more than a brief touch from Draco, and she didn't want to end up in that same place.  She'd waved his hand away and snapped she wasn't that dead yet.