"No," she cut in quickly, pulling herself up and welcoming Astoria into the spot beside her on the bed. The petite woman took care to favor her leg – the one that Hermione had not had to perform near-surgery on only six months ago – as she settled beside her. Hermione blinked away from where Astoria's skirt rose up. She felt bile at the back of her throat imagining what the scar looked like. "I'm fine." She insisted. "I just... slipped. It was an accident. Draco's – Well, I don't want to talk about it."