Fuck. Hermione could feel heat rising in her cheeks again and panic spreading through her like wildfire. Lucius was "unwell.’ She both despised and felt bad for Malfoy in this moment because his words brought back all of the guilt which she had temporarily managed to push back into the far recesses of her mind. And it was true. Thanks to his wandless dark spell he cast on Ron, she didn’t really hold much power over him anymore, not that she ever wanted to. McGonagall and the Ministry would certainly blame her for not ensuring he took the potions.