Draco looked at her bruising again, her wrists now covered in violent shade of blue, fingernail marks on her chest, resembling animal scratches. He healed her quickly, watching them fade away but he knew that on the inside it hurt more, hell, even Draco, who doesn't know much about  feelings and shit, only guessed what she felt like. She looked so small and vulnerable, sitting there with her hands in her lap and glassy eyes.