"Didn’t you?" He stood and loomed over her; still capable of appearing intimidating despite his too-thin frame and his arm huddled against his abdomen. "You sure about that? Not trying to dig up information for the Order, or get the story out of me so that you and Potty and the Weasel and all your little friends can laugh at me? Laugh about how the fucking ferret lost his hand?" Malfoy’s face was pinched and white.