Hermione stared at the woman, and then down at her arms. Jagged words cut into them. She had thought she would live with them for the rest of her life – always reminding her of that day, and the terror and pain and humiliation, and Draco standing there just watching, and it still hurt to remember the look on his face as he had watched – so if there was even the faintest chance that they could be healed... "I wouldn't object," she said breathlessly, quiet and small and choked with sudden, almost painful hope. "I wouldn't object at all."