After Malfoy's leg, Hermione turns her attention to his back – his next worst wound. She hisses in a breath at the fresh slashes she'd torn through the still forming scar tissue. Livid scars have been ripped open again or bisected, and fresh, dark blood weeps sluggishly from the deepest wounds still. The only consolation is that the marks she has left aren't as deep as the others had been, for all that she had tried to be convincing. She hadn't been strong enough or experienced enough with the whip to cut that deeply, thank Merlin. They're nasty wounds still, yes, but compared to what had already been done to his back it doesn't seem as terrible as it would otherwise, somehow.