So Hermione lies curled in the dark in bed, a comma beneath the blankets, and listens to Malfoy weep like a punishment; the sound halting and barely audible through the door. When he finally comes back to bed, she is still awake, crescent marks bruised deep into her palms. She shifts when he gets into bed, rolling to face him, blinking her eyes sleepy-open as if she's only just woken up. She probably does a terrible job of acting like she hadn't heard everything, but Malfoy doesn't call her on it. His eyes are red and swollen as he lies down, stretched out and propped up on an elbow.