"No. No. No, Malfoy, I won't. I can't..." Panic bubbles up in Hermione as she remembers what it was like last time, with the pain, and the humiliation, and the violation of having her control over her own body taken away from her. The actual act of Malfoy...penetrating her...had been the easiest part to bear. It was everything else that went with it that...that she couldn't stand. That is what makes her want to scream at the thought of going through it again. She shakes her head hard. "No." Her eyes are pleading on him and she catches at his sleeve without thinking, fingers twisting in the white cotton. Begging him. "Malfoy. Please. I can't."