"Honestly," she repeated, "Your hand...it’s not important. Well, I mean it is important," she corrected. "To you, obviously. But I don’t –" Hermione shifted her grip on Draco’s leg as she clumsily pushed herself back up and a thrill tumbled through her as he hissed in a tiny breath. Hermione’s face was flaming hot and she tried and failed to enunciate clearly as she asked, "Why would I care about your hand? I mean..."