She opens her swollen eyes and blinks up at the high ceiling as he thrusts; staring at the torchlight burning in the chandelier above, at the glittering crystals it is adorned with that catch the light. Malfoy is totally silent except for his heavy drags for air, and Hermione looks up past his shoulder at the lights, flashes of prism colours and bright white filling her blurring vision as she weeps.