"No." He coughs a weak laugh, and then hisses at the pain as he leans back and fumbles with his belt buckle. "Well, maybe a little. I think some of the nerves have died, or something." Hermione automatically moves to help, fumbling awkwardly with his belt without success, before giving up and using magic to cut down the side seams of his trousers. Thankfully, he is wearing shorts, rather than going without – Hermione can only take so much awkwardness and awfulness before she falls apart. The right trouser leg comes away easily, but the left doesn't want to separate from Malfoy's thigh. It is burnt into his flesh, adhering to it here and there around the edges of the wound, and Hermione doesn't want to just rip it away. She stares at the damage she wrought for a brief moment.