She walked over to the mirror and pulled the lace down. Oh, Malfoy looked absolutely livid. But not scared. And she looked good, spots of blood on her face and drying down her cheek, handprints streaked red across her neck. She admired it, stretching her throat to see the imprints of Harry’s fingers as they trailed over her. The blood was caked across her hands, too. She trembled a little as she slowly brought her index finger to her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip.