"Yeah." The hope hangs between them, taut and fragile, and silence falls as Hermione cleans and closes any re-opened, weeping wounds, and begins applying the healing cream. She's easy with him and downright bossy when it comes to matters of his health, and Hermione thinks that the dynamics between them have always been changeable, but they've shifted again over the past several weeks. Hermione is no longer afraid of Malfoy, no longer doubts him even a little; they have reached a certain sense of equality between them. The fact that he was forced to – to rape her, all those weeks ago, no longer makes her feel violated by Malfoy, but by Voldemort, the one who ordered it, the one who made Malfoy do it, the one who is to blame.