For a moment, she's almost giddy. Because Draco Malfoy's been ruined by this war and he's as out of place as she is and — yes, he has scars too. He's got an even bigger one. She wonders whether one day they'll compare sizes.
'[…] He and I are paint splattered all over the place and we’re staining everything and maybe we absolutely don’t go together, but to me—to me we’re a fucking Jackson Pollock.'