She flushed and shrugged, not sure if she should have told him that. She had a tendency to just tell him whatever was on her mind, and it was getting dangerous.
She looked back at him and then at the arm warmers, and nodded. "Yes. You had to wear the bandages and people asked all sorts of dumb questions. I thought that... " She stopped, pursed her lips shut for a moment and looked at him.
For a moment, she looked... scared. If she was wrong... or if she was right, it was a huge risk. A huge, stupid risk, possibly, if he wasn't what she thought he was, if he really didn't care about her at all. It was... She hoped, suddenly, fervently, that she was at least right about that.
"I thought that.. in case you had any more... accidents, That you haven't ever had in seven years of being brilliant at potions. Or wanted to.... avoid having people... you know.. uhm.. inspect you for scars or something. From the accident," she said, finally, hesitating and looking at him intently. Merlin, please let him get it. She didn't know if she wanted to be right or wrong, but really, it wasn't an entirely out there sort of supposition to make. Everyone knew his father's view on things, and Draco was very like his father. It made more sense then a potions accident. Really, she'd seen how good he was in class, who could believe he'd have an accident?