"I know. You just –" she picked her words carefully now "– startled me," she finished delicately. Her hand lifted out as if it wasn’t under her control, and the backs of her fingers brushed gently over the side of Draco’s maimed forearm. The cotton of his shirt was rough on her finger pads. Draco jolted under her touch, and looked up at her, bruised shadows under his eyes that no teenager should have. She knew she got them too sometimes, after too much stress and not enough sleep.