Thinking of the torture made her mind jitter with the creeping fog of panic and Hermione pictured it again. Not as badly as she had the last few times she had seen Malfoy, but it still wasn’t pleasant. She could almost feel the Manor’s floor hard under her back as she stared down at him and remembered when she had stared up at him – had begged. He had seen Hermione at her most nakedly vulnerable, begging and pleading with him. Exposing herself in a way more intimate than being literally naked in front of him would have done so.