"It's done," she says at last, and watches as a shudder runs through him, and the anticipation of agony leaves his face. Malfoy pushes the belt out of his mouth with his tongue as she undoes the magical binds, his eyes opening with a flutter. Hermione shifts from her position behind him on the bed, dumping the supplies on the bedside table, and Malfoy looks into her eyes – his own hazy, pupils mere pinpricks in the grey irises. His hand catches her shirt, and tugs her to stand between his knees, and she goes with his clumsy pull, smiling down at him with trembling lips, gently pushing his sweat-soaked hair off his forehead, and wiping the tears from beneath his eyes with her thumb.