Her hair was a mess and the crescent shaped mark on her shoulder was circled by a dark bruise. The sight of it thrilled her, and it was a feeling she wasn’t completely comfortable with. Last night had been terrifying and sensational in equal measure. The haze that had fallen over her last night had removed all traces of fear and resistance, and Hermione found herself desperate to research the magic involved in it. She grazed a finger over the mark and her magic hummed. 