"His arm looks bloody weird, doesn't it?" Ron whispered, still not shutting up and Hermione groaned to herself. Her eyes pinned to Malfoy's head blankly now as he disappeared out of view, his last words to her running through her head over and over. Not angry or spiteful, but brimming with remembered pain and fear – grief. And maybe a little resentment, but could Hermione really blame him? She remembered the way he had shaken like a leaf as he had spoken.